My finger tips glide over,
Your tender warm flesh.
I inhale the magic of your scent,
It is loves’ gossamer veil.
I cannot speak,
I can only feel,
The feather touch of your,
Oh, sweet, soft caress.
The magic of the moment,
Awakens every sense of my being.
I am awash in the cascade,
Of your woman essence.
You devour my soul,
I am yours and your are mine,

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