'Tis not in the touching as I near to you
But just the shivering anticipation rippling
At the goosebumps across your neck
To smell the beaded sweat that glistens
Lighting prisms against the golden tincture
Of your supple flesh and to hear the gentle
Quickening of your breaths as your desire
Makes you arch back towards me making contact
Sealing our fate with a yearning committment
Where turning back is done and past, onwards
Into the future all our hearts and minds can see
To draw back the silken curtains, the sable tresses
Of your hair so to veiw, to scent, to wonder
At the soft curve of your nape, there to kiss
My lips to linger and hold this one moment in space
Just you and me, this time forever lost in
Each other's tender loving embrace
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