I feel the warmth when your fingers applied,
your touch excites me and I can't decide
to embrace the soft, strong, narrow or wide.
I see you in my dreams, without using my eyes,
envision such beauty that came from the skies.
I listen to you breathe, resuscitate my own,
deep inside my subconcious your voices are thrown -
they tell of a soft and pleasent verbal cologne,
a concoction of scents, I wish to prolong -
intoxicating aroma that can't go wrong.
A kiss is only needed to taste the divine
A culmination of senses your lips combine -
In a hearbeat I'll repeat all the above
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