Nefarious Nectar
In this honeydew-hued candlelit room,
our shadows slow-dance
indulgently caressing our cadaverous consciouses
as they carelessly clatter through each step of sacrilegious self-revelation
Layer by layer, we gradually underdress each sequenced secret
marking the map of our mystic musings
our tongue-tied whispers unkink tempting textures
as we eagerly and feverishly
unseal the nefarious nectar
in anticipation of playfully parsing through our previously protected primordial premonitions
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