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The Heat on his Shoulder
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Butterflies and Avocados The Heat on his Shoulder
The heat, right there, the spot, right there, right there,
On his shoulder, on the morsel of flesh
Fills my senses, I breathe in to taste him,
Breathe out to release him, his fragrance with
Mine, smell so arousing, air mesmerizing.
A banquet, a feast with hands and with mouth
The aroma of skin, aroma of
Heat, that heat right there, there, on his skin, the
Spot on his shoulder, I lay my head in
Lay in a dalliance of peppery skin.
The ferocity of the frolick, how
Languid the recoil, to bathe in the
Afterglow of the sharp smell of lovemaking
The sharp smell of lust, requited.
July 25, 2017
Raleigh, NC
