The magic of seduction, is not to let it known
Heavy on the romantics, a subtle passion shown
Evading the heart with fantasy’s unknown
Attacking all the senses, that once layed abandoned and alone
Racing of the heart, by the way his lips rest upon mine
Teasing his exterior, with a gentle brush by mankind
On a painted canvas, his form I outline
Feathering so delicately, passion is entwined
Seeking every detail, my hands can find
Erasing the trials of the day, I hold the time
Dancing colors, blending in such rythmns
Underlining images, to a heart that listens
Carefully placing, the hands upon the finish
Tastefully teasing, with tender kisses
I wrap my hands, around the picture designed
Offering him a love, created by passions mind
Natural touches, teasing him, as the day unwinds
Flirting, my hand taps his,
Hands become united, as my eyes brush his lips.
I seek his soul, through the light of his eyes,
He reads me quickly, as moments slip by.
He brushes the hair, that fell in ringlets around my face,
Speaking to me sweetly, my heart began to race.
My lips began to move, but they made no sound,
As his eyes peered over me, a new recollection was found.
No words needed to be said, as in our eyes you see,
That his soul has found mine, the most important need.
The warmth was there, the longing in his eyes,
Never crossing boundaries, until our wedding night.
Silver trophy winner
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