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    The night is a hanging    cluster of bruised    black Hua Niu    apples souring in the    humidity. The    buck’s bloated remains        taste just as sweet—  
honey-brown skin   glistens like liquid gold   and pours into my open mouth.   i drink up as if i've been parched for years.   but this flavor could never compare  
Life gets tough when you aren't around. Without none of the things you have to offer. So much as the ease of a smile. But what I love most about it.
Before I knew it I darted towards her like a train. Barreling toward her fast as I could. Inhaling deep, releasing deep huff. The rumble of what came to be manifested before I was seen.
And like that she became wet. Undressing before she bathed in the storm. Umbrella left home, by the door. She wanted to be cleansed. Clothes thrown to the side. Where's the fun in being dry.
Try not to let them see you sweat, or in your case, glisten. But if ever your heart is heavy, your face wet, I'm always here to listen. Not just willing, baby I'm insisting. Let me kiss away, the stress of every day. Been working all day?
Feeding on the images in my own contemplation, mental orgasms leading to sinfully sensual stimulation. As your body calls, my body urges, caught up in temptation, as the storm surges, so ready to release and splurge.
From the ends of your lashes, to the tips of the toes in those shoes, i find myself infatuated, mesmerized by the colors of you. My eyes yearning for their Candy to be in view. What's between my thighs burning, thirsting for the passion in you.
As I sit in my chair, typing away at my computer, I feel eyes, watching me. Not bad eyes. No harm is intended, I can tell. But someone, perhaps more than one person, watches me.
Love needs a reason to stayI prompt, is this the only way?To make it more strong and deepThe first time, I might cry and weep
It's 20 minutes to sunrise I'm watching the sun kiss every inch of your skin as it awakes from its slumber and peers through the window Skin that only God could have molded with red clay from the earth
I am warmest when I am wrapped in you   I recall the whispered dreams we share, curled so close together we take the space of one.   Your whispers will always be, the beat to which I set my rhythm.
The Jazz of My Life is the reason I'm up late My baby is a chocolate milkshake On a hot , August day
The road winds molding to the curves of the land like dark ruffles on a lover's favorite dress   The hills embrace the rocks hard against their gently draping skirt of yellowed grass  
My tongue it twists, it curls, it bends it licks my lips, my throat defends. It also tastes, a noble job, though biting it will make him throb.
You lay across the matress. Head turned to my left. Your smile spreads like the legs of a woman. Cheerleading their way out into a full split. My hands creep forward Towards your shoulder.
Skin touches skin Lungs breathe in another’s breath Time overlaps and melts away There is nothing anymore   Eyes close Heartstrings pluck and quicken Dreams become reality
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