Eyes that caress
with hands so tender.
Quiet gentleness
in movements that arouse
and awaken within
passion long since
forgotten.
Eager to feel
to hear
to taste
to smell
to breathe in and out
again...
all of the man
that is you.
Copyright (c) 2006 Shelly Price
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