Being held under your spell, thinking, wondering, if
I'm strong enough to withstand your heartfelt love.
Wanting to talk, experience your voice as it touches my
ears, loving sounds of your accent as you say my name.
Lovingly and purely, such heavenly tones touching my
mind, giving rhythms a chance to grasp your voice.
Creating poetry somewhere deep inside, craving your
being, wanting to quench our desires with your touch.
Nothing taking us from this wonderful feeling of loving,
tenderly holding our hearts within us.
Vibrant, colorful, seeing us together, dancing, wafting
through delicate breezes of you whispering against my lips.
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