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Rose drops sips behind her lips, like bees kisses sting the flooded flesh in search of pollen. On her neck horizons are trackers and the deep shells are fellow travelers descending the dark path of lust. Waves submerge displaced, earthquakes pulsate in every breath and passion discovers volcanic eruptions. Coming down her backside are the determinants of color and flowers turn into fruits as each spring becomes ripe like summers. When she lines her waist, lingering nets kill each resistance. Endless kilometers of feelings ascend singing hoarsely around her legs and fall to fire as the torso demands your attention. Stellar presence gathers in the corners of her body and her smell entraps every sense. An aromatic sin called desire. Such a moment is her clamoring life, life evolving into the breath of a gushing crave.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 06:30:30 +0000

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