Curves
Sweet gentle curves, swaying in the moonlight.
Sweet Sweat, caressing the skin,
Oh my love, in the moonlight she dances,
seemingly as in ice she twists and turns,
teasing me with her beauty,
But I wait for my time will come, as she and I become one.
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