Our Song
my hips percuss
against the melody
of mirrored moans
in acoustic harmony
strumming across
a veiled trinket
of delicious divine
your thighs pulsate
to to the breath of tongue
exploring honey flavored flesh
in rhythm to our song
opening the silky sky
to the flowing sounds
of your apricot wine
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