The smile stricken air..
stained
his poetry
on her nimble lips..
And..
he tasted elixir..
breathing
her inside of him..
She fell
across
the crimson meadow..
turning it
a plush virgin green..
His touch formed
ripples..
feeling..
Soft trembles..
Moanful laughs..
His bite
frozen
on her moles..
he smudged
the kohl
in her eyes..
as his tears
became her wine..
Eyes
rustled against
her softness..
as..
his
raven shadow..
succumbed..
to
nocturnal witchcraft..
stroking
her heart..
with
a wild acacia..
where
the moon set..
upon
the petals..
quenching
it's thirst..
with
sweet passion nectar..
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