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I was his sweet summer stage.

The heavy curtains wide to

Give him the hot spotlight

And we sank into our fleeting white bed, soft and entwined

Like the gentle fabrics we lay on.

He performed and

It was his best

Yet.

He was his best

In my honeyed arms and

Felt

At ease, clever, erotic and kind.

I opened my legs, mouth, ears and mind.

My moans and nods were his applause.