Holy Fuck ~ a gold crescent of warm sunshine frames your face in honeyed shadow in the cool curtained winter afternoon window-light in the dim blue room brass bed: rolling over on your belly, nuzzling the pillow, eyes closed in a sweet dream, sprawled in languor on the soft cloudy comforter in a pink negligee, smelling like wildflowers on a hot
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