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Mar 2018
my fingers graze your cold skin
leaving a trail of passion at its wake
i meet your eyes, a constellation
turning the dark into a galaxy
my breath hits your exposed neck
erupting anxiety and carnal need
i taste your sweat and rose perfume
honey and wine for the wicked and free
late nights and early mornings are meant for cognac, coffee, and contemplation
Viridian
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   Isabelle
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