These hands are tied
There is no choice
But to relinquish, to willingly surrender
This desiring body
This inquiring mind
This heart of yearning and of wonder

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

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I need you
In the night
When my craving
Overtakes me
When thoughts of you
Will not leave me be

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Tug
At the strings
Of the flesh
Of the soul
Of the heart

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The low dusk light
This winter’s day
They call to have you near

To have you here
In my arms
By my side

To have your flesh
Caress my warmth
Against my rapid beat

To have my lover
Meet the fire of my longing
Merge with sensual moment complete

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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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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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