Icarus II

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Feathery straps of white wrapping around me,

The enormous wings of an angel, trapping me

In their dense. The scent of citrus mixed with

That of aphrodisiac warmed my belly. I'd woken

Up moaning, with the memory of two green

Eyes drilling holes in my soul. Deep, deep emerald

Eyes, and a sensual mouth that spelled sin.

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