Caress me like
the morning light
that saturates
the panes of
the window
and drapes golden
across
my porcelain skin
Run your fingers
through my hair
and whisper softly
in kisses
speaking in tongue
the morning light
that saturates
the panes of
the window
and drapes golden
across
my porcelain skin
Run your fingers
through my hair
and whisper softly
in kisses
speaking in tongue
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