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Quiet Storm Quote Of The Night ~

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FORBIDDEN TO TASTE

Swell slow for me don’t erupt with joy,
Let me trickle through your senses
Gently teasing every inch,
Unleashing slowly a fire forbidden
To taste the ecstasy in your breath
Before now,
Allow me to filter through flirting
With every figment of your imagination
Waiting to be caressed
I want to stroll slowly over every angle
Of your body with the tips of my fingers
Escorting your laughter, screams and the
Faintest whispers to the surface one by one,
Come to me slowly like the sunrise after the
Coldest night
Like the flower reaching for the first light.


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