Your, delicate, intricacy is within the soft touch of your Kiss.
Your gentle smile as you inch away from my lips.
The warmth of your face against mine as you sway your hips, and the smell of your hair all get me in a twist.
You are fantastic and my fantasy, the only one with the heart to see...me for all my impurities, and still love me in spite of these.
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