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Blossomed With Desire
In the early days of Summer
I still lingered on the vine
not yet ripe enough for picking
not ready to be sipped as fine wine
Soon, I blossomed with desire
It raged deep down inside of me
burning me like tongues of fire
I needed only to be tenderly peeled
When his fingers gently touched me
the time had come for me to yield
With sensuous lips he coaxed me
On passion's hunger we both dined
through each night until dawn's light
he suckled my sweet summer wine
Copyright ©
Lin Lane
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