priceless
she is stretched sensously
(like sunset)
on a wrinkled bed
her cinnamon-glazed threads
flirting her lips, covering flushed
ears.
he slides, and glides,
she strides, and rides
he cups her breast
she bites her lips
a momentary gaze:
oneness of the eyes
pupils dilate
so does everything else
she is curled quaintly
(like a baby)
on a wrinkled bed
his warm-brown chest engulfs
the chinaware
porcelain, fragile, detailed
priceless.
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