Enveloped in that sweet maddening scent
entangled in the web of your arms
enlightened by the beauty of love so physical
I arose aroused to the needs of the living
Each day dear love, this is what I will
each day dear man, this is what I wish
to trace the nerves as they stand out
to mingle desire with love as i know it.
Each time as we thus meet
the fragrance of mating shall stay
leaving you craving for more
dear love, this shall be my imprint upon your soul.
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I read again and appreciate the last line, , scents and imprints on soul, , , ,