Red Rose Romance Comments

Resting in a bed of red rose romance. Swallowed whole by a silent symphony of a smothered starlet slow dance, engulfed by an eyeless dusk; the soft smell of muslin and musk. Warmth wrapping around us like a woman's womb. Caught in contractions ready to be birthed soon. Held in the heavy arms of humidity, the darkness, damp and quite comforting. Beneath the bedsheets: this is you and me.

Pressed against the dampened flesh of a stranger scarcely met, the surface of her somatic shell shaking and soaking wet; so salty... so salty... like the sea. Burried into her breast with ear to rest upon undulating chest- there- a heart beating slow rhythms somewhere in the dark. Soaking in the sickly sweet scent of sprouting summer innocence which sinks so deep into your silken skin... I breathe you in.
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