(we made love)
Eyes sliding on the fluency of the wine
Fingers searching the heat of the bread

Lips drinking from the mouth of laughter
Tongue flavoring the spice of life

Breath moist as hot chocolate
Arms encircling the bowl of ecstasy

Breast rising as the dough
Body red-rose trembling

Loin in perpetual motion
Soul in flame

Eyes silence
Fingers found
Lips quenched
Breast rested
Loin halted
Soul cooled

faire l'amour.

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