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Feels familiar  Lines of silver Streaking from on high. great, the divide a lover's sigh. Linen wrappings lace used for Christmas  trappings tender touches   chilly ripples, barely  noticeable across  skin covered in icing. Oral transactions debits and credits O' the anticipated additions Thoughts glued on how life teeters on volcanic  rims, black rain rising  Lips accessorized  for midnight diving  Conversation skinny dips, clothed in what if's you blouse  gently shifts so that the friction  found in fabric heightens senses  restricting inhibition  We drift towards  erotic implications the way astronauts float amongst satellites. Thoughts of acme missions Spiraling. Zig-zagging how arcs of lightning  illuminate the inner walls of a tempest. I've found the eye of her storm a place of paradox that flirts on the outskirts  of paradise and thin lines where virginity beckons  to be taken into areas of no return At our feet  lies a welcome mat spelling heaven's introduction  Sounds of seduction   silently taunting.   desire drawn across  your frame the way a feather solicits laughter. Your body, 8 × 11 stationary  lie still, and be written...