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the finest wine

tasting sweet darkness

the finest silk

feeling soft in the hardness

breaking my mind to bend with the wetness

of the sounds between our thighs

my sighs

coming from my lips as though words

have been replaced

when you taste

my youth there in your skin

and I begin to lose my mind again

for the thoughts of the sweat that pours

from my brow

when you make me scream

and you make me growl

you want me hungry

for your tongue to linger

there where the music

is the scent of me

on your fingers

there where the grace

is the taste of me

on your lips

there where the twilight

is the feel

of your hands on my hips

your sculpted perfection

finally here

on the dark playground with me

so again, please again,

can we?