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The Artist's Coven

Lavish Desserts
Lavish sips,
chocolate mousse sights,
raspberry flares,
tiramisu stares,
flaming mango sauce
on parting lips.
Red, red, red tip,
acrobats in heat,
tongues playing at the beat
of unknown flavors.
Thoughts buried
in the froth of the moment.
Rising from the steam,
your voice,
our ramblings,
espresso infused nipples,
so hard
they could cut like diamonds.
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Glistening trails,
hands exploring thighs,
the image of
black forest
topped with maraschino cherry
in the crossroads of the mind.
Hot, hot, hot fudge,
no diplomatic pudding,
mud pie, or traditional flan.
You, I, bourbon infused fair
floating with abandon
in a sea of desire.
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Mariel Masque
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(Including International Rights)
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