Fine Wine
Rich tones of chestnut encircle his curls-
Waving, twisting, winding in my fingers.
Full bodied lips tangle mine; his tongue swirls,
A trace of tangy cherry still lingers...
A tinge of smoke rasps the depths of his throat,
As breath wafts past my ear in smooth action.
His moan has the earthy timbre of oak
As he sings my name with spicy passion...
I detect satisfaction.
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