I watch your body’s movement
Its language I’m so attuned to
Your eyelashes lower suggestively
And I get caught up inside…
A sensation I can never seem to get used to
The warmth of your gentle fingers
Graceful and full of meaning
I become so overwhelmed with passion
Seeking my Soul deep in your arms
I know that this is only the beginning
But why do I keep fearing
Fearing for the end?
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