The Shadows of Your Mind

From the naked shadows of your mind
Creeps wicked thoughts of sweet arousal
Your lips emoting traces of last night’s rendezvous
Silently your tongue finds the remaining traces of honeysuckle dew
Left over and still lingering wanting one last wet caress
A hint of a smile breaks softly upon your face
Quickening now becoming one with remembrance of the eruption

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