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Better Than Sake
Better than sake, he thought,
the way she intoxicated him,
as he lay there drowning his mind
in the smell, the feel
the taste of her,
his wife,
his little miko,
his Kagome,
as she wrapped herself around him,
ran her fingers through his silver hair,
her lips brushing his,
her tongue dancing a hot and languid ballet with his,
as eager to share with him
the touch of their love
as on the first night
he slid his hands across her softness,
so long ago.
Better than sake,
the way she intoxicated him,
each day, sweeter than the last.