Amber, dripping and oozing like the weeping blood of a Goddess’s wound, flowed across Her tender breast. How deeply it sank into the soft umber of Her skin, mixing like brass and gold in a pot of copper. A smile, teeth glistering just as brightly as the shimmering flow of honey. Coy eyes, hidden behind …
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