When efforts to suppress desire come to no avail, we can set sail to a place where there are no need for veils, only thrills of electrically charged bodies scaling mountains of pleasure and tongues savouring tastes as varied as the colours of the rainbow. A prize to my eyes it would be to absorb the fiery hue of your caramel skin as it radiates your internal inferno, your volcano as it signals that it’s ready to blow.

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