Quartet

Sun halos your face

Eyes open, dancing delight

Come here, you. Kiss me

 

Rising heat, cool breeze

Wafts across igniting flame

Reaching, wanting more

 

Now touching, tasting,

Breakfasting on each other,

Ripe fruit of passion

 

Heady wine of lust

Ingesting morsels of you

Losing all boundaries

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