Tongues Speak the Language of Moans
Moonlight blushed as passion heightened
Hormones raged in aged bodies
Tongues spoke the language of moans
Fingers roamed across wrinkled plateaus
and into deep creviced valleys
Flesh was heated, engorged with anticipation...
We did not go gently into that good night
Morning found us entwined, weary and sated.
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