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blanketed pleasures of rough sheets,
consumed by the taste of fruit chocolate sweets,
melting creams once ice to the tongue,
sliding down the throat of the tune sung,
bottles of bubbles pours down into the glass,
as minutes feel like hours as times slowly pass,
twinkles of eyes reflections of each inside,
the spin in the dance going for a ride,
falling into the cushions with laughing heard,
one like a hyena and the other like a bird,
stopping for a moment to touch the lips,
then merging together the body at the hips,
mirages in the mirrors shake the tune,
enlightened screams coming soon,
expressions of satisfaction spread across the face,
the gravity gone in their minds floating in space.