Caressing silk thoughts, in black and white, in a place to gaze.|
With my eyes, I draw her into me, till my passions are a blaze.
Cloak of velvet, colors imagined for desires, to her give as a gift.
She opens these tenderly, her voice gives easily my heart a lift.
Her eyes dance, I'm standing there, wet lips part to kiss.
For she returns to my offerings pictures painted in bliss.
Softly I step close to her, she lies her hand upon my face.
Treasured forever, our hearts together, with loves' grace.
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