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Her hands
paint my skin
with fire
sending
blue chills
down my spine,
these
magenta caresses
leave
cum-laced
messes behind
and I’m alright
with it
Her touch
paints
stars beneath
my eyelids,
her tongue
tracing holy glyphs
in secret
places
only she can find.
and I
need to be Her
canvas
because
it is all that
I
can stand
when She kisses
between my thighs.
Her hands
paint my skin
with
fire…
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