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Eve - Part 2
Inhaling never pleased the nose so well,
Welcoming her sweet and pungent smell.
My cheek against her stomach snugged so tight,
My arm around her waist throughout the night.
Her silky, spicy skin warms me to sleep,
Each strand of stranded hair I wish to keep.
To suckle her sweet breasts in endless bliss,
To die upon that moment when we kiss.
Her touch causes my spirit to awake,
Her love is like a tempting, talking snake.
Nice image: "...each strand
Nice image: "...each strand of stranded hair" ~~Lady A~~