Miu's delight by Tari Xalyr

I feel her skin,
her breath sweet as honeycake
bites the air around us.

i taste her lips,
warm and soft
caressing her skin,
her honeycake skin.

I hear her moan
A peak of delight,
pain and sweet pleasure

I se eher yearn
for the pain to recede
the pleasure to disperse

her skin grows cold,
her honeycake skin
sweet to the tongue

her voice grows faint
breathing aches of pain and
sweet, sweet pleausre.

i leave her there
cold and frozen
an icemaiden of
tempering beauty

to hear
to feel
to taste
to be. . . . . . . . .

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