Muse what you do to me,
spark the match of my dreamy,
steamy thoughts, loving, lustful thirst,
tasting sunlight and moonlight all at once,
chocolate, vanilla, cherry, creamy heat,
soaking in fleashful fever naked,
exposed for you to see,
wishing you would dance with me,
bathing ourselves in streaming symmetry.
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