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Sensual Hues

I speak of thee in hues so queer,
But imagine my touch, my dear,
Whispering words of passion and flame,
In a language that's wild and untamed.

My fingers trace your every curve,
As we indulge in pleasures so absurd,
Our bodies entwined in a dance so lewd,
As we surrender to our primal mood.

Oh, how I long to taste your skin,
To feel your breath upon my chin,
To lose myself in your carnal embrace,
And drown in the depths of your sultry grace.

So let us revel in our lustful desires,
And set our souls ablaze with fiery fires,
For in this moment, nothing else matters,
As we succumb to our primal chatter.

A. C. Mercier🥀

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