The curve of your hip, the glow of your skin
Your scent enticingly profound in my nostrils
Soft moans caressing every auditory receptor
With the lovely strains of our mutual pleasure
Drawn lines of ink and pops of color adding
To that most gloriously beautiful of visual palettes
Sweet on my tongue with a taste that beckons me
For more and drives me on to never be sated
And the delicate softness of each touch
Every sense aroused and in tune with you
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