Oh, the look of you,
sound of your voice,
smooth, deep and mellow
as warm, golden rum.
Dear God, your hands
and lips spread
molten fire
at throat and waist
and hips.
Feather touches
to sear my soul...
I tremble
as my universe narrows
to minute points
of pleasure.
Satin skin
strokes my own,
like waves upon the beach.
I die,
to reincarn softly
within your arms.
And the fire
still burns...
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