Your tender touch pulls me into a warmth
So private, a passion so rosy,
Leaving me breathless.
Your love is the creamy centre of a chocolate,
Meltingly seductive, a cashmere sweater,
Clinging close to my skin, a flittering candle,
A rhapsody for strings.
A shadowed table for two, crystal glass and
Exchanged glances, fingers meet and a tempting
Frisson, evocative of a blossoming romance.
And there I am held, in the power of your magic,
The frame of your emotions,
The lust of your being.
Divine intensity as your mouth pursues mine,
A shock that sears my lips, numbs my limbs,
Paralyses my heartbeat.
I reach for air, and swell in the sweetness
Of your music.
Love is ecstasy.
Love is music to my soul.
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