Diaphanous fabric caressing your skin
Graceful, lithe movements accentuating
The flow of the dress, lovely and becoming
Resting my hand on your hip as you sway
Heat of your skin a fire scorching me
Through the the thin gossamer like linen
Resistance breaking down as if you're some
Magical elixir destroying what will I can muster
Moving closer, bodies in sync to the rhythm
Piercing eyes, hooded as you look into mine
Parted red lips whispering to me, husky
Gazing back at you, lost in all we are
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