i cannot touch you
yet i can make love to you
with suggestive words
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there's that game she plays
edging near to ecstasy
then running away
bravely she returns
to play yet another round
not yet dares to win
till at last ready
when at the edge and beyond
she plunges all in
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just from the shower
hair still wet and lucky drops
caressing her skin
stand still i command
grabbing a nearby towel
begin to draw her
inch by precious inch
painting skin with cotton
private masterpiece
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bow arched backward
love's arrow to be set free
in gasping release
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to love without touch
to kiss only in our dreams
adore from afar
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like a honey bee
she flits round my flower's stem
seeking out a treat