Flickering candles, a single red rose;
Beautifully written words on paper in prose.
White linen tables set for desire,
Logs piled high for an intimate fire.
Smooth creamy skin shimmering in light,
Soft gentle music embracing the night.
Passions igniting a fire of pure bliss,
Lost in oblivion entrancing his kiss.
Wetness envelopes you as bodies entwine,
Taste is as succulent as a sweet glass of wine.
Fingers exploring caverns unknown,
Spine tingling quivers, soft muted moans.
Trembling bodies begin to explode,
Releasing the Love that’s yet to unfold.




sensuous and sexy and all those good words, I do believe if this was in a contest of love
Sexy, sesitive experience. As I would view you. 



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