Tangerine the scene spilling through this green glass
Crossing her thighs as she bathes inside, love's afterglow..
Dare I let Ginger go, knowing insatiable her hunger ?
Staring outside the window and, a sudden knock upon
Their red door deja vu it seems, I have been here before
Familiar, this scent ? While she peers; moors moon brushed
Aside midnight blue...
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