Your twitching lips bewitch
Mouth, full and ripe
Waiting to be kissed.
Eyes, swirling whirlpools of emotion
Infuse your face with passion
Whisper to something in me
And set my soul on fire.
Your furrowed brow betrays
A life ruled by the heart,
Loves and losses
Etched in the fibre of your being.
Your thick, black, lustrous hair
Made to be caressed.
Your voice, like warm caramel
With its soft lilting tones
Lights the touch paper of desire.
Make me long for your sweet embrace
And to feel your luscious lips on mine.
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