Stolen Pleasures - June 30, 2001
swings almost imperceptibly
within the soft folds of cloth
that separate you
from me
stillness
of your breath
of my heart
the delicate arch of your neck
beckons me
to press myself to your body
to feel the electricity
only sex emits
i breathe deep
breathe you in
your fragrance
delights me
enflames me
and i cling to you
savoring the moment
our rhythms in sync
before you move on
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