in form
she whispers
soft midnight sighs
liquid cream
framing ebon eyes
she excites me
in presence
as well as thought …
sensual daydreams
tomorrows fraught
with entanglements and arching cries
she reminds me
of mortality sought
in wet kisses
wrapped between silken thighs
revelling in knowing
where pure bliss lies
her absence ... a living hell
she grooves me
nonpareil





... curious... how? 
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