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Glow

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Heavy breathing, so cliche
but
bounded by an intensity
more urgent than air
and a face full of strawberry hair
I was obliged to gasp at some point
or risk syncope

A lazy glance to the side
and again my breath goes still
seeing her breasts rise and fall
as she exhales heavily through her mouth
eyes closed in the last after-tremors of meridian
a drop of sweat on her nose
lipstick utterly defeated by our mutual enthusiasm

She is a glistening goddess

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