My fingers enwrapped the bosom of a coupe
The heat was unreal.
A mechanical purr loomed in the room
Desperately fighting the June heat.
As I caressed the fragile stem
Sleek, cold, unyielding.
I saw her as she came in for a drink –
Stray strands of hair stuck to the curve of her neck
Moist with sweat, still red from the flaming sun,
Her scent – a floral musk, earthy and stubborn.
Parched as I was, I gulped and asked for more.
My fingers still tracing the rim of emptiness
Gliding gently along its shape
Imagining the hearth
That birthed in amber glow
This finely crafted form.
Thirsty, I gulped again.
She looked towards me.
Consumed me as the spirit
Descended deep inside, drowning me in sensual delight.
And then, she smiled.
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