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He parts his lips and tastes my shoulder,

Sweet.

He swallows the heat

& licks his lips

He draws his heavy eyelids

like morning drapes

and I am heated by the beams of his gaze.

With love vibrating at the frequency of the thread count,

his heart beating against the stillness of the sheets,

I hold my breath and prepare to drown

In a devotion thicker than mortal blood.

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