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Moon peeks in
through open roof,
breeze leaks in
to cool our love.

Erotic sweat
falls from pores;
our lips wet.
Tonight I’m yours.

Above me, crawl,
quench my fire.
Legs are sprawled;
fill me with desire.

Windows closed;
tinted lust.
No one knows
as bodies thrust.

Skin meets sin:
elicit screams
and silly grins
under lunar beams.