Come, wrap yourself
in clouds of steam
scented with vanilla
and with me.
Burst ice cold bubbles
of the best champagne
against my lips
and chase
the errant drops
until you find them
nestled in the hollow
of my throat,
then take a bite
of strawberries
and cream,
contrasting textures
that spur the appetite
for more delights
that I will whisper
to you,
floating words
on heated breath
into your eager ear.
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