Her fingers
parted
the soft folds
of her
malleable molten maze
The warm
scent
of liquid
silk
radiated off her
finger
tips
She didn't know
at which point she
closed
her eyes
and felt
a thousand worlds collide
into a single
exaltation
all seven skies
compress
into
a pin prick of
splendour
a veil lift
from the
heavens
and a breeze
blow
over
her face
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