Apologue

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Tilt your head, love,
just slightly to the left,
that I may lay my cheek
against your shoulder
and listen to your pulse
whisper
our story
against my lips.

© Mrs Fever – Temperature’s Rising

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      1. Thamyris

        Heavens, yes! So much magic the mouth can make. So many noises to be coaxed from the lips. There seems to be a never ending opportunity for pleasure here in your space. Thank you for having me, darling.

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