Impish smile backed by impish thoughts,
Eyes twinkling with mirth and mischief
Playfully calling out with words alight
On the wind.
Calling to me with inimitable spirit
Begging, pleading, the desire evident
Teasingly pulling out the good in me
A lovely muse.
Needing the touch of my fingertips
Dancing on bare skin, the scent of her
Beguiling my senses and driving me
To the precipice.
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