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White pearl
Between the thighs
Fresh breeze
Bringing up tides.
Slowly with haste*
The red haze is coming
Fragrance of lust
Seems so unbecoming.
Pure and honest
With all delight
Hands strive to touch
Eyes long for love.
Blue reaching for red
Fire for the wind
Lips touching the skin
Desire gets tangled in between.
~ Iva