Afterglow
Afterglow of purple passion beneath silk sheets.
Cordial cherry crimson of their cheeks taste sweet.
Blue veins like the Parisian Riviera - a lover’s retreat.
Bodies, turned left and right with twining finger pleats,
Sizzling after fronts combine, nescient of Winter’s sleet.
Her flaming strands askew on his chest. Pounding beat.
His loins stir once more. Full lips, like the dawn, he greets.
Her eyes like the morning sky, no longer shy, repeats.
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