Blossom

We'll have an orange blossom day

With honeysuckle scented air,

As wind chimes in magnolias,

Dance to breezes wafting there.



We'll have a night of wild eyes

When kisses drip on luscious skin,

And lustful fingers trace the paths

That rouse desires pulse within.





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