sparking the soulstice

languid decadence awaits,
filling
hot humid days which
slip
softly
into sultry nights, and
we lose
ourselves to a yearning
and desire.
sweating,
and whetting our
divine fire.

sweet lover,
let us sin again,
and again, and
again.
let’s set flame to this summer
for,
there shall be no other.

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