Party night

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By michelle hoult

Butterflies start to gather Anticipated heart Will he be there? Total absorption of ambient you I long for the pleasure texture of his touch As birdsongs whither And bodies relax My mind wonders like twists of dust Sanctified thoughts of the potency of love Wind among the grasses stirs my core Entwined thoughts of our arching and slender bodies Symbols of love swirl Uncontrolled passions Created visions of intimacy Extraordinary penetration Mania and frenzy now Softening fibers of lust We are together

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