Your hands are fitted with
magic feathers
Awakening every single nerve
in me
As you trace sensual shapes
on my body
Everything becomes alive
inside me
All I want is more and more
of this
As long as my breathe allows
me
I won’t get enough of you,
Of your hands,
Of your lips
Of your breathe
Of your breast
As long as this breathe
lives within me
I will not get enough or
tire, of your being
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