Let us lock lips in romance,
Shall I taste wines flowing along the streams of your spine
& sip Champaign from the valley amid your breast.
Let our limbs tango to the opera of your erotic sighs,
Lust twisting at the tips of your smile
As your misty well quenches my thirst,
Privilege my eyes the sight of perfection
Let them cherish every crevice and curve of your complexion,
Let fantasy enter realms of reality
and dream of memoir underneath my sheets.
Let us lay in lust and leave in love
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