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Your kiss never once*strayed from these lips,*I still taste that night.*The moonlit glade we met in,*spring air laced in thick dew,the only other taste more heavenly*is the sweetness soon to be licked.*Your breath becomes a muted gasp,mine groaned in a deep ancient hunger,vibtated with a scarce passionscreaming to life once again.We begin to seamlessly connect,lost Keçiören Escort limbs that have returned home,spent from their prolonged absence.*I won't say a word,I will just fold into you.I will just fold into the placesthat fingers and tongueshave never been able to graze,the places marked as mine.*Do Etimesgut Escort you feel me pressing through now?Your body never once*strayed from this flesh,I can still taste you melting.The moonbeams loomed over us,some nocturnal light touching,illuminating the sweet exposed dew,the only nectar Demetevler Escort to slake this thirst.Your breath and eyes became a flash,embers fleeing deep into the night,mine groaned in a longing*that I couldn't transcribe*Something once so lost nowbeginning to scream to life again.I just wanted to stay wrapped togetherbeyond the sudden bare rush,the drift inside you where we feel*like our beings have returned home.Not on the precipice of darkness,not some phantogram caress.I won't say a word,I will just fold into you.*I will fold into the corners,trace exactly where you bloom,the hidden crevices that can't betasted with a curious tongue,the places that only I have known.Do you feel me pressing through now?