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Pomegranate Kisses

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by SophiaDelphine92

by SophiaDelphine92

Pomegranate Kisses
Sticky sweet
Slowly trail down thee golden column of her neck

Lashes
Fark as a starless night
Fan across her rosy cheeks
Leaving strange shadows dancing
In the half light

Two seperate forms
Merge
Diverge
Heaving
Wrthing
Panting
Groaning

What is this gloeious agony?