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I have decided to inflict these upon you
I got in the poetry mood and wrote these. They might be good, might be bad, I don't know.
No pairings are specified, although I did have the moog in mind.
When the heat wraps him in
its smothering cloak,
he casts off his shirt
seeking the breeze's welcome caress.
His back
bears the marks of last night's lovemaking.
Long red lines and pale half moons
gleam proudly on his sun bitten skin.
His lover watches him,
the sun in his smile,
fingers touching the bite on his own shoulder.
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The flower is sweetest in the morning,
kissed by moonlight,
shivering with dew.
Yet my lover's mouth is sweeter still,
kissed by the sun,
trembling with mine.
No pairings are specified, although I did have the moog in mind.
When the heat wraps him in
its smothering cloak,
he casts off his shirt
seeking the breeze's welcome caress.
His back
bears the marks of last night's lovemaking.
Long red lines and pale half moons
gleam proudly on his sun bitten skin.
His lover watches him,
the sun in his smile,
fingers touching the bite on his own shoulder.
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The flower is sweetest in the morning,
kissed by moonlight,
shivering with dew.
Yet my lover's mouth is sweeter still,
kissed by the sun,
trembling with mine.
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