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Poetic T Dec 2018
Within every droplet was the
                      sweat of arousal.
Each kiss on silk sheets of
desire was a word,
                   Metaphors misspelled,  
                   it was wet.
                        Damp within forbidden moments.


Soaked within the focus there every
        collecting grasps. Upon the virtues
that where but keys to locks
                                       that had opened
                   First kisses unlocking arousal.

They washed away inhabitations,
      only to be washed within each others shower,
                                   and then both
                                   where silent in smiles.

— The End —