Resting in his arms
The new spring-green leaves contrast
The blue morning sky
His white skin is like
The masculine ladybug
Freckled with brown spots
This smell- his old smell
The stale sweat of his body
Refreshes my sense
Heat from the embers
The still-hot pleasures enflame
The crisp morning air
The fan-cool air chills
My sweat-moist skin awakens
My desire calls
His guttural groan
Like fire- it burns the mass,
My deep hidden thoughts
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