Heartbeat races, goosebumps rise, skin starting to flush.
Breath becomes ragged, pupils dilate, cheeks pinken and blush.
Lips tremble, then open, tongue teasing their flesh,
nipples pucker and harden.
Our sexes will moisten, beads of pearl glistening
like dew drops dappling a garden.
Pulses will quicken, muscles they tense, fires blaze in the cells,
A dance, a poem, a sweet kind of poker,
these are the body’s tells.
Jupiter's Lair 
Near perfect.
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Oh my goodness, thank you so much! I’m really flattered. I have returned your follow, and love what I’ve seen so far. I have to leave for work now, but I’m looking forward to really immersing myself in your writing asap! Thanks again 💋
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I am honored. You are the gold standard.
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You are too kind, Jasper! I am blushing! 😆😚
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Sounds like what happens to me as I’ve read your prose lately.
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I’m pleased to hear it, and very flattered 😊
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Nicely written
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Thank you very much.
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“A sweet kind of poker….” ahhh! 😺
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