Silks and Sunlight (Patreon)

In the morning light, a dance begins,

Red silks embrace where the tattoos spin.

Lying still, a moment of grace,

In the soft glow of the day's embrace.

Tattoos tell tales of journeys past,

Silks whisper secrets, softly cast.

Aerial dreams in a bedroom's glow,

Where morning light begins to show.

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