She
moves…
And
as if she floats on clouds I see her glide to me
She
moves…
And
her gentle caress calms me like the warm waters
She
moves…
And
her hair floats in the air as if on it’s own gentle breeze
She
moves…
And
closer to me she burrows in the middle of the night
She
moves…
And
her joy frees my heart like a thousand doves in flight
She
moves…
And
my memory fails me as to any worries I hold
She
moves…
And
her scent left in her wake wafts like ambrosia
She
moves…
And
her back arches as I arouse her desires
She
moves…
And
my world transforms
She
moves…
… me
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