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Jan 2020
I taste love
in the whiskey
that we share
to warm our blood
on this freezing
December night

my throat burning
with lust and
longing, our hands
touching, flickering
in the embers of a
dying fire

the stars a mirror
of our kisses,
echoing back
to us the passion
that we feel
rising in our
souls
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
(F/UK)   
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