i could smell fragrance
rising from your breast
i could feel warmth reaching
from deep throbbing beats
i could see your eyes mellow
to whispers from my trembling lips
i could feel your warm fingertips
rubbing the contours of my skin
staring at me as if you own me
that i can not escape to succumb
to your undying longing; a quest
so i close my eyes to enjoy the rest
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