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steamy poetry

RED by ShallimarRose

I sat blushed red
alone on the shelf
you had an open invitation
to take me at your leisure
to the most desired place
fingers pressed lightly
across alabaster whites
and rose petal pinks..
salacious words driven deep
through the middle,
…………..your favorite part ?
word by word you read my lips
line by line tracing my curves
feeling the fine grain of parchment
where our story lines crossed
exclamations came in high velocity

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