The heat of the day stirs memories;
Windows awaiting the night's debut.
The cool breeze raising small
stirrings on naked flesh...and you.
Softly, you touch me and I feel the warmth;
an invitation to share a moment's bliss.
I lower my lips to your liquescent skin
and I'm lost... in the heat of a kiss.
dulcet – archaic meaning: sweet to the taste or smell.
liquescent - becoming liquid; melting
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