Lovey Dovey
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Silken lips meet a bare chest/
Dulcet breaths parade the air/
A path is drawn down from your breast/
Exposed by an unlatched brassiere/
The body a canvas, the tongue its brush/
Euphoria ensues from the slightest touch/
Muscles vellicate in the small of your back/
The air is warm with young lust/
And I can see through your eyes to your mind that you're getting a bit excited/
And I can feel from the nails in my back that you have no desire to hide it/
Kisses laid upon your sacred flower/
Sharp inhale from the sudden rush/
Fingers running through your lover's hair/
Who could have known you could feel so much/
You feel yourself closer to your release/
A wave of ecstacy runs head to toe all from your crease/
Heavy breaths while your arms fall to the sheets/
Your lover's lips find their way up to your cheek/
And I can see when your gaze catches mine that you're ready and I'm invited/
And I can feel when you pull me in closer just how much our bodies united/
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