Muted Confessions
You consumed me whole,
unshackling secrets
stitched close to me,
eavesdropping on
each whispering word of
my muted confessions
Your carmine lips
relish my
rugged refrain,
your touch,
a lustful lavender caress
blossoming like
spring tendrils,
drenched in
the nectar,
an ambrosiac conflagation
I sway
back and forth
on the vines of lust
as the Eden-esque fruit,
the vinicultural life
of your sipped wine
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