My lips rest on
My lips lay on
Marshmellows
And we melt by the heated
Amber charcoals.
Our bodies rest on
Our skin lay on
Marshmellows
Sink in
A velvet texture
Silky comfort
Our eyes closed by
Surrounding euphoria
Melting marshmellows
Pink marshmellows
Scents harmoniously
Dance
Til the final trail vanishes
And strained senses are
Felt.
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