Her hair I would gently brush,
Away from her beautiful face,
I would claim with kisses,
Each and every place,
Those succulent lips have drawn me,
To sip and taste at will,
But I would not, could not stop,
Until I had my fill,
I would kiss her neck,
And taste her golden breasts,
I would have her softness,
Pressed against my chest,
I would have her warmth,
Prepare for me a nest,
Waiting for her heat to rise,
Becoming molten lava just for me,
Pulling me in, surrounded by love,
And reaching true ecstasy,
And in the afterglow of passion,
Talking, kissing, touching,
Discovering the magic of love.
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