Lighting the candles, everything unplugged.
Flower petals spread, nothing being worn.
There are no secrets.
A nightstand of oil; drenched with lavender,
The bubbles floating, as the moon ascends.
Yearning for release, a wild fantasy.
By steady breathing; as hours escape.
Bodies are mangled, and lubricated.
As craving eyes tear; smiles dance across lips.
With a warm embrace; a sigh of beauty and trembles are near.
Releases pressure.
In a lover’s quake.
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