She lives in my soul and travels my mind,
My heart she does own and my love she does bind,
Her touch can be gentle, her words can be kind.
How luck has been with me to have this rare find.
She raises my spirits and lifts me with praise,
I long for her touch and her sensuous gaze,
I touched her soft skin creating a passion maze,
Now I hold in my heart the memories she gave.
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