Your touch
Piques pleasures
deep in my soul.
Your moans
a rebound of sound
That vibrate my skull.
Your taste
Holy sacrament enough
To make me whole.
And the way
You make it obvious
When we’ve hit your magic goal.
Your eyes
That remind me
This is no fading fling.
And all the ways
That you’ll take me
Make my heart take wing.
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