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A weak sun passes behind a film of indistinction,
rich velvet licks a red sheen across your skin,
brushes your back with every move I make.
A darkness descends, black clouds lash out,
I feel your deep’ning need by the grip upon my hips,
resounding thunder marks the moment sight implodes into your kiss.