The infinite depth of your startling eyes,
The wondrous feel of your skin close to mine
The taste of your lips, dilettevole[1], divine
Stirs me to respond, in great fervour.
Those lips, they haunt,
My passion, they taunt
As you plant sweet kisses
inflaming me with desire
A stolen caress
A scurrying ‘yes!’
We steal,
To a wondrous enclosure…
Moans emanate,
Our bodies undulate
and ecstasy…..
Gives us wings to keep ascending…
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