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Lubricious Kind Of Potion -- slight typo corrected
The curved fondle of an embrace
within the moistened kindle
of an evening's oiled lamp...
the splendor of your lubricious mouth
gathering all that's aflame and gentle
and I will find the slippery blue of eyes
dressed in your lavish kiss---
never knowing this potion of alchemy:
Dare I blink bewitched by
a caress of such pleasure
drip by drip , my being drawn
to relish that glide
of a nape pulsing through starlit glow
waxed by sweet grease of our shadows--
that nothing else will fulfill me
-but your ardor under all dew.
Copyright ©
Nette Onclaud
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