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Like Parched Earth Consuming the Rains

I would happily drown within the sparkling pools of your eyes..
Your hair, damp, falling upon silken shoulder..
Our senses alive, afire..
My body craves your touch, velvet hands gripping..
The delicate curve of your breast presses against my chest..
Your mouth, hungry, inviting me to explore..
It is a feast as our lips dance,
like parched earth consuming the rains...TAH
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Chircop Avatar
July 20, 2018 at 4:36 PM
How alluring this is Tah.I have no words...So beautiful & so sensual...I like it when your muse gets crazily romantic. A fave.
Nicole Avatar
July 20, 2018 at 1:40 PM
Oh my!! Moments such as these simply tease all the senses indeed. This is beautiful, sensual, romantic and it takes the breath away. ~ Brandy
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