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Sweet lady of my heart, what is it that I see?
Laid bare there in your eyes, perhaps desire, can it be?
If so, in that event, I confess wholeheartedly,
What you emanate, is a burning flame inside of me.
I need to hold you tight and feel your silky skin.
Your body close to mine to quench the raging fires within.
Reveal your precious treasure, hidden by attire
So I may feast my eyes upon your body, that I so admire.
Perfectly designed, adorned with berries sweet,
Twin Peaks alluring, begging to be tasted touched and teased.
Luscious curves appealing, perfectly designed,
Especially shaped and sculpted, for these gentle hands of mine.
Downwards, a covert valley appropriately cloaked.
Where entrance are permitted but to me, your lover, your
betrothed.
And as my seeking fingers delicately stroke your folds,
The intense, already heightened passion, cause us to lose
control.
Spontaneous the fusion of our bodies, and we soar,
Moving in unison, instinctively, rhythmically, craving yet for
more.
Reaching for the ultimate, the highest point of ecstasy,
Delirious with passion, aware of surging sensations,
indescribably.
Along with me you ride the pleasurable tidal wave of love.
Until spontaneous eruption, lift us up, beyond the stars above.
Slow, unwilling the descent from heaven, back to reality.
Yet, memorable this, our first, amazing, perfect lovers
rendezvous will be.
Butterfly.
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