Non-Erotic PoetryPossessionPossession
She glides through my dreams like a crystal cloud.
The aroma of her excitement steals my sanity.
The taste of her tongue makes my heart flutter.
She is the essence of love.
The feel of her body generates incredible lust within me.
Her smile melts me.
She is my friend.
She is my lover.
She is my reason for living.
She is my wife.
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