Carnal Continuum

Gods' breathless exclamations tempt my tongue to suck each drop of sweat hot off your lips. As aching and hungry as your words get sung, gods' breathless exclamations tempt my tongue. Like smoke, your lover's whispered cries she's hung in clouds across the skies between your hips. Gods' breathless exclamations tempt my tongue to suck each drop of sweat hot off your lips.         - one thread from a Triolet Scarf

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