Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Serve me cold champagne every day and let’s dance in pale evening’s light clinging to one another, dipping, swaying to lulling sounds of nature’s orchestral night.
Pour the wine my brave Viking then paint my body with its fiery hues shades of dark claret velvet and hot crimson brushing fingertips across alabaster skin seeking the briny sea of tempting flesh leaving a trail of colorful stained bliss.
Croon to the moon love as you dance me to heaven glorify desire our love, a roaring hot fire passion, the tender kindling.
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