If only these eyes could gaze
Behold you
If only these lips could kiss
Caress you
If only this body could feel
Know you
I would ask, I would want, I would need
No more
Or no other

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Tonight
I care little for the future
Tonight
It is not your forever I desire
Tonight
I hunger only for your present
To melt
Into your flesh
To stoke
The flames of your fire

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You
Shatter my control
Splinter my resolve
With a breath
With a glance
With the touch of whispering fingers
With an ease that strips my body
With a seduction that bares my sexual soul

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The platinum summer rays tenderly envelope the curves stilled by slumber, the crisp cotton leaving its own unique and intimate trace. Yet in her dreaming, it is her lover’s light, which swathes her fairness, it is his maddening touch, his butterfly kiss, his blissful heat, which possesses her, which sets her free.

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She walks into his touch, his kiss
Needing the scalding burn, the heat
Uncaring of the scars
The marks upon her skin
Longing only to feel the spin
The delirious desiring force
Longing only to feel the union
Reducing flesh to earth, to ash, to dust
Longing only to feel the strength
The man against her woman
Longing only to feel, to feel, to feel

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Believe me
Trust me
When I whisper
When I press this gossamer softness to you
When I reach out for the flesh, the man before me
I am here
To soothe, to sate, to offer
I am here
Your seclusion, refuge, haven

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Gazing out onto the thundering summer storm, her reverie takes her to another time, another place, another age of men where the voracity of her passion, the nuances of her femininity, the intricacies of her heart, mind and body, her very soul, are craved, caressed and loved.

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With each new dawn
It is your name on my lips
It is your body on my mind
It is your passion coursing through my veins

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Let me lead you
Away
Astray

Let me lead you
Night
Day

Let me lead you
Body
Mind

Let me lead you
Take you
Make you
Mine

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All it takes is just one look
All it takes is just one touch
All it takes is just one taste
And she is his
And only his

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