flavored impression

flavored impression i was not prepared, in a state of untamed. barefoot springtime. he sat beside me. black hat. red wine. have you ever tasted how someone lingers prior to touch, i kept having these ideas. notions of actual smooth texture. tasting early hours. day arriving. all the while he sang and i realized - a flavored impression within my fear. within inexpressible. he stayed in me for more than i am able to shiver. my body clenched...

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