Out of the shadows
She steps
Into the rays of the sun
Into the warmth of his arms

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The thought of you
Guides
My body to the floor
Persuades
My flesh to bathe in the bright
Compels
My fingers to feel, touch, caress
Sways
My hips to grind deep, groove right

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Baby
Come to bed
It’s cold outside
My body needs
Your fire
Your golden touch

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To gaze and map and kiss
With sweetness, sensual bliss
To have, to hold
To merge and melt and fuse
With body soft, with man desired
To linger, to know
To soothe and sate and pleasure seek
With the pink, in the golden glow
To give, to take
To feel and fuck and love
With indulgence, decadence complete
Is to live

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Through the dark of night
Across skies and lands and seas
I’ll be your star
I’ll be your light
I’ll guide your way
Back here
To me

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On his command, her hands will chart the path from her neck to her breasts to her hips, delicate fingers teasing, finally easing the ebony netting past fair pouting flesh as she bends deeply at the waist, exposing her glistening sex to the light, to his gaze, to his hunger.

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Wrap yourself
In cotton crisp
In feathers fine
In woman wanting, warm and willing

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In the end, it is her very own hand that betrays her: it is the vein rippling her ordinarily fair, silken surface; it is the blood, slick and fiery, coursing with a maddening need; it is the slight tremor of the slender digits curved in aching readiness to caress the skin crying out for his flesh, screaming out for release; it is her perpetually desiring body that offers her up, proving to him, beyond a shadow of a doubt, she is his present, she is his past, she is his seductively sweet and carnal hereafter.

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The hat?
It stays put.
But every other thread is negotiable.

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Let me be
The pink
The state of your purest pleasure

Let me be
The one
The temptress in your mirror

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