Rapture

 

              He strokes her lips with a fervent kiss, scent of Mexican winter and earthy cedar fondle her breathe, his lips of peppermint and Amber musk, swill her neck. Her mind overcome in fiery squall. Ecstasy swells at end of fingertips, tracing the grooves, wind and weave in whisper. Two souls flicker in fiery embrace.

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