In Scented Heaven

In scented heaven let me lay
as nose and mouth start to play,
and taste the honey on your lips
from warmly probing fingertips,
and hear the pleasure of your sighs,
a symphony of widening thighs,
as tongue and fingers gently quest
the softly yielding angel nest,
where deep within a spark lights;
a glowing ember star ignites,
and random passions swiftly fly
to burn like sunlight in your sky.

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