Millions of pieces of her soul explode as his gaudy lips press upon her impeccant bosom,
As if birthed and suckling to nourish, he sways her to heights of a concealed realm,
Riding along ocean tides as if in a frantic storm,
Drenched with drips of lust as he osculates until dehydrated,
Shooting stars capstone their soiree lulling them to somnolence…
Cami*Star Poetry 
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