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Seduction of a Poet

She slips into my presence as I sleep, or think, or breathe; to kiss my lips without a touch, with movements of fluid ease. I sense all that is woman by her femininity; she is my heart's desire and all the passions which so please. With my rough hands at work or the taste of honey sweet; the fragrant flowers’ bidding will be an aromatic treat. When life's music is a love song and her voice a melody, do I add another stanza that could bring her to her knees? Her loveliness does consume me as I sense her soft request; visions of her beauty bring out my very best. My fingertips are longing for the touch of silky lips, or to glide upon the shoulder, over breasts or waist and hips. I close my eyes again tonight and listen to erotic pleas, as my memory takes a journey of the words she evokes with ease. I let my longings take me higher in the fervor of her song, may the medley of her sultry sighs be the drive that makes me strong.

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