She slips into my consciousness from nowhere. Electric impulses in flutters, like the steady beat of a hummingbird wrestling with the sky. As I wrestle the want to smell her nectar scented skin.
She used to sip blueberries and cream like rain water. Her pleasure-filled face tilted back just enough, to convince me that never has there been a
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