You and I are lost in dance..... Soon the music sinks into silence...... With theatrical, sensual gleam, you, drawn by me, soar...... Like a sweet drunken cherry, you spin in the warmth of my hands and words of desire grow needless in a whirlwind of 'mounting ache'...... Walking through the threshold in my mind, I never tired of the thought of boldly summoning: to peel away chocolate from your silk and taste it with a fierce wine...... We hear nothing but ourselves--- in two hearts we are given the rhythm..... From our breath catching and quickening, the blood grows only stronger..... Hastily leaving behind a portrait of frivolous and empty arts and..... .....in the end, turned upon our backs, we both knew this taste.....
Cherry Covered in Chocolate
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