so close the perfume of your irony was appetite and fire

so close the perfume of your irony was appetite and fire

tasting you I looked at you drifting and you, furiously beautiful

to the flirtatious laughter to the curve of temptation

to the eroticism of the casual

and then your bright and flirty liquid lips

the cool of a bath in the serene and delightful afternoon

it was the secret touch of the mouths that touched each other

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