Like a candle an embrace burns in body
warmth,
I wonder how it is sweet in the blissful desire,
With moisture of lips, eyes are ground of
closer
Unto touching of skin reeled in seeking
performer.
I wonder
how fingers dream the pleasing touch,
In the light of eagerness, in the form of
warmer mirth,
A kinder sequences to travel on body's charm,
Words are not words, all turn into
whispers.
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