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With braids of flowing hair
From her shoulders to her breasts
Alike a vineyard of lush grapes
She stood in the moonlight with eyes..
Filled with the vine of desire
& lips red, igniting raw passion
Her hips arched achingly, inviting me to the garden of 🌸 bliss...
The quiver of her thighs & her deep breaths of passion
My heart skipped a million beats...
The flame 🔥 was set ablaze by her intoxicated heated scents of passion
Our nights were written as poems,
Etched as kisses on her shoulder...
& bites on her lower lip...
The only that I mention with regard to propriety...
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