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The wishes come at night, it seems
that love can only feast from dreams
and lust is drawn as red bouquet
in blushing shades for petals stray
to form in fingered lines from foot
up soothing curves to lips’ dessert,
strawberry whispers breathed about
in butterscotch displays without
distractions, keeping love in play
til morning brings uncolored day.

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