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Infinite Perfume of Senses

Infinite perfume of senses The taste of your sweet lips, like fruit, A sweetness, dripping softly.. My parched lips, STARVING, like dry roots, Wanting your lips, to be freed.. Infinite perfume of senses, Your body, your mouth, your skin.. Drawing mine, with, strong consensus, In a state of lust and wanting.. Infinite smells come to mind, Comes back to my heart and body.. And, my arms, seek to find, Your own, in deep sensuality. J.E.

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