Thorns Bury
Beautiful light flickering
Candle tips dripping
Tips-lips devour to suckle on
Flesh draped in transparent silk
The beloved eyes tie her down
Enticing flesh most inner desires
Firmness press between wings spread openly
Drips of dew falling
Sensual feelings between parted flowers
Grasping hands of thorns bury deep in the back
Scratching movements of flowing love
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