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Opus in Silk
She who holds a seamlessly symmetrical silhouette so supple to the touch coupled by hips on sticks of tango, that inimitable set of pins simper at all that you clutch
Bob nearer the eyes of delight now attune and bound for that which you pine.
sweet quarry in search of marvel, of unmoved bliss of skin against skin and devoid of the wine
Posture within posture you exude the line that this foreplay is vessel to where and piece in arriving where you began tender so to flatter the tips of foothills and the tally of the gentle man.
He fastidious with his touches and the gather Dosed with melodious songs of time that dance inside a stone-solid nightstick making shape of fervent ferry perfect in rhythm, poignant in rhyme
Edging toward frenzy, blinded by light that cuts athwart He in whisper, you in shiver, ever-soft, all through the night.
You embrace and clutch that which you won.
Two mere afloat - amid sugary scented, tepid milk and silk of a tensile strength higher than the foil.
Both in concert but as one.
Revel inside the puff and wail delight bask in pallid threads of all heavens and darkle with enchanted angels.
Blush, preserve the sevens and elevens
Yelp at the moon and talk in tongues assent to leer toward implosion Near slumber now, etch precious beside the scent of the richest of teas and bouquets of nomadic autumn
Sleep over leaves that are green and kaleidoscope-vivid enhance your reverie and tempt the pungent perfume of the tenderly-parented Pinot
Swell the twang of yesterday?s wine