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She melts;

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

she’s sultry sandalwood

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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