she is
alive and radiant,
emitting delicious moans,
music to my deprived ears
she is
reacting so explosively
like chemicals, we react
still pretty as her glossy lipstick smears
she is
warm and writhing,
dripping in molten chocolate,
and the essence of sin
she is a valentine,
cut from bright red carboard...
just with more exposure
and graced with
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