So many nights I have rested beneath the unnerved sky,
plucking the strings of a lyre.
Sacrificed made decisions to be free-spirited.
I'm living the life of a Bohemian
a man,
comforted by desires and serenity
just like a canvas invites paint to a dance.

Red wine spices my tongue
feeling the essence as I swallow.
Wiping the discoloured effect from my lips.

Strewn grass caresses my fee...

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Water

descends.

Drip.

Drip.

Dripping...

from her silky long hair,

cascading.

Onto,

a fine, structured bridge: her collarbone.

Falling

lower 

and lower,

striking and 

rolling

down

a curve

of fine, pert breasts

and erect nipples.

Drip.

Drip.

Dripping.

Caressing nude skin.

A delicate, seductive, touch.

Down.

Down.

Advancing

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