She tastes like
a sunset and
smells like peaches...
succulent,
soft.
Moonlight breaks fast on our
windowsill madness, while
passion kisses us in
the white-hot heat.
Her vagina is a
stranger, strangling me.
Medusa turns men to stone,
and I'm rock hard,
three floors up.
When I explode,
I'm
like a butterfly
floating into the sun.
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