Contours of your sensuality draw me into warm abyss of your arms
where warm lips welcome me into the ambrosia of your skin and I taste
wine that I have never tasted before.
That you are a goddess is an understatement and even if you were Athena
and I was Actaeon I would proudly be eaten by my own dogs as I ran a stag
from one simple though of touching you in an intimate way.
You soul is a universe filled with stars that burst into flowers
covering my soul with the downy softness of your dulcet amour.
To love you is to worship all of you, body, soul, and mind.
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- You're perfect by Welcome-To-Hell.
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