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Smoking circles on your sweaty lips
At 4 in the morning
Watching the sun rise above our heads
For a night we abandon our beds
My legs resting on your soft thighs
As we watch the blue spread across the sky
My finger tracing small circles on your palm
The love in your eyes made me calm
My head on your shoulder
Your hand on my chest getting bolder
The faint smell of pineapple and weed
Whimpers near my ear and retrieves
Suck red wine from your neck bone
Until we explore each other's hot caverns
Clenched goodness across my jawline
Travel down to where the emotions heighten
Wrinkles on the carpet
Hair pulled rear
Hold your waist to make you stable
Soft kisses 'round your navel
A bite to your thigh
Moan my name to the sky
A finger on your tattoo
Of the Erotes' statue
Etched above your waist
As my mouth takes in your taste
Flip your back to the south
Kiss you with ice inside my mouth
Quivers running up and down your spine for me
Making you cry for me
Tug that hair from your face
Keep going on without breaking our gaze
My fingers teasing your circular browns
Soon my lips had them drowned
A trail of myself laid down on your body
Could taste your shower gel made from coffee
I mark you with my teeth
Kiss you till your feet
Each other we do ride
As the sun slowly above our heads rise
The fog and the sky form a blue and yellow chain
Pleasure running in our bodies through our pulsating veins
Our sweaty skins rubbing against each other
Our minds completely lost in the touch of our lover
Our heads pulled back
And your hand in my hand
I call you out by your name
As my name you proclaim
Hot breaths stinging each other's cheek
Our knees getting weak
This is my lechery pleasure
Which no scale can ever measure
Your presence in this moment
Under me with no garment
Feels like a fulfilment to my starvation
So in my subconscious I click your picture
The pressure gets relieved
And we lay next to each other in disbelief
Wondering how did I find someone like you
Feels like my soulmate is confined in you
If I could choose between several lifetimes and you
It'd always be you, it'd always be you.

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