(Warning: sappy love poem below ;)
Her silken dress
smooth and slippery
thin drape on her skin
the skin I'm thirsty for
ancient patterns, foreign
billows and sways in the cyclone
passion hot and wild
strewn on the floor
and our cells cry out with glee
carressing your shape
with my eyes and fingers
electric blue spark
so giddy and excited
all doubts dissolve when our lips meet
and tongues
and hearts
linked by our foreheads
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