The mood is set,
the lights are low,
the room is steamy,
you approach,
my hands reach out,
connect with skin,
i pull you close,
our lips meet.
Our bodies touch,
our sweat mesh together,
the smell so sweet,
our lips meet again,
the taste of salt upon them.
I lay upon your chest,
hair matter to my face,
out of breath,
my heart feels as though,
it is doing a jig,
inside my chest.
I feel you fingers,
trace my figure,
I see my name,
radiate under the sweat.
The only words,
I seem to say,
"I love you."
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