you feel with what your fingertips
would brush, with cocked brow
ravishing over painted lips.
You feel with what your gazing eyes
would see, with stolen glances
among the starlit skies.
It was you, at every turn,
with your soft heated breath,
enflames desire in which I yearn.
It was you, beneath the night
skies, which molded flesh against
flesh, becoming my guiding light.
Wisdom
By mildred321
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