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Our movements circumspect at first, gaining wisdom through each others need.Riding passions craggy shoal in this deosil of motion.Rising up to meet each fervent staccato of my rigid flesh.Your heels nested in cool damp earth, pressing to hold you at my bay.Fingertips tracing between your thighs, scarlet turns to black in new moons light. I paint your lips that I might kiss this offering most divine.No taboo, no sin too great, that shared as lovers we rejoice in this realm called Erebus.Dancing on this razors edge, never slipping, never lost.Found intsead in each others embrace, in each others very soul.
