Steaming lips, Whispering words, of love. Hearts beating in rhythmic passion, where silence becomes the bed for our feelings. Arms soft, yet strong, beckon the Emotions we feel deep inside. While, murmurs of ecstasy , arise from the burning caldron of our flesh. As the ashes of memories to torrid to mention, cool, we savor the sweet wine, of being together, until we drift apart, within a sea of dreams. Frank Solis copyright 2022 All Rights Reserved
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