I can taste so much in your skin, the faint sweetness in the dusk wind, the tears you've shed in secret, a memory of soft earth and honeysuckle and your natural mysterious nectar. The fleshy pearl beckoning, already swollen with anticipation just from the heat of an exhaled breath, nerves forever tuned to my quiet proximity. You had to have known then how much I wanted you. Such feral
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