Fingertips dance, and trace the poetry of your emotion.
Light, with gentle caress, they move soft, with tender tones
To trace peaks and valleys of hungry bones.
Inquisitive quest of skin
To alight on places only you have been.
A humorous hand to tickle fancy
with playful prancing upon landscape
Of ardent desire.
Now, heavy with passions crescendo
A sensuous glide
As silky skin with desire collides
I am your canvas of loves poetic prose
And you are passions scribe
Through my skin
And to my heart
Is etched your fiery desire
With fingers poised to turn the key
To the secrets of my soul
You've made your mark
With sweet caress
On loves eternal scroll
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