ride the mounting tempest
feel the honey drip from fingertip to thigh
feast on the silken sex and satin scent of candy-coated sin
made to tug and tease at the corners of inhibition and restraint
in a symphony of yielding flesh and soundless sighs -
playful prelude in the hungry surrender to seduction.
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