She reminded me of poetry

of soft angel lips dusted

with peonies

 

Eyelashes framed

over high cheekbones the

color of the finest mahogany

 

I could remember every detail perfectly

 

The way she lured me in

dug her claws into

the very essence

of my being

 

I felt her touch on

every single shape and

crease of my body

 

I revel in her

 

Taste her on my lips before

she can utter a single

word to me

 

The finest honey

 

completely ravishing

 

Until the only thing I could

form

was what

she had given me

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