Booty Call Poem by James McLain
Booty Call
In the full moons embrace, whispers ignite,
Booty Call beckons, passion takes flight.
Silken skin's allure, a dance of delight,
Taste of honeyed lips, in shadows alight.
Textures intertwine, a symphony of skin,
Sensual scents entwine, passion's sweet spin.
With every tender touch, hearts begin,
To dance as one, lost in desires within.
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