For an hour My mind can go lazy Just aimlessly dancing With the weak light from eight tea candles And my reservations And steamed out of me My body Fully submerged Except these breasts Just kissed with hot pebbles~ the warmth starts to draw it out I can feel every pore~ The smell of honeysuckle Floods my consciousness It's so sweet it's teasing tart It smells the way a random wild flower would taste Right before you die- I pour ice water over me Just for a change- Toweling off by patting I do it to the rhythm of the song playing Somehow it becomes sensual to the only Heavy one I listen to And I finally begin to feel the effect Of the loss Of kidding myself As it gets sucked down the drain With the honeysuckle seduced water.Birth sign: Gemini
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