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Rhinebeck by patchouli |
she longed for his touch, his whispered promises upon her silken limbs feathered tongues of distant suns warm weathered honey dripping she ached for his word, his fingertips lightly as tropical nights Tahitian memories mountain pinnacles skyward smooth sleepless dusks, twilight wanderings from towers of babble, stargates to distant orgasmic wishes like spent candles on forgotten cakes waiting |