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She melts;

she coats the tongue like coffee
with eyes dyed to match;

she’s sultry sandalwood
incense;

she chases tequila with
memories of a
vintage voice echoing through
city streets;

she bleeds into me like
soft neo-soul and
mahogany jazz;

she squeezes her
laugh into sweet nectar;

she rolls off my back
like thunder through
stony mountains;

she echoes and re-echoes.



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This is gorgeous. Well done!
 
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