Soft and wooly as velvet, I feel the warmth of your skin.
Your lips like two rose petals hold the luscious taste of wine,
Your round breasts are filled with honey,
Your balmy breath awakens me from my sleep,
Your soft fingers run like feathers on my face,
I desire your intimacy, but your maidenly shame keeps you apart.
Why you torture me thus O beloved?
Come to me, time flies away and with it the best years of our lives.
Don't be silly, don't waste it thinking, embrace me, hold me in your bosom, kiss me, miss me but don't leave me.
I will be a lost soul then without hope, without your protection and care.
I will die because now you have become my life.
Ramit
26.03.17
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