i reach out for you
touch a wisp of fantasy
all that i may hold
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bathing together
hands spread lather on the skin
lovers in the tub
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She holds his book
Accepts the dare,
Cloistered in
Her private lair.
Eyes follow words
Which heat her veins
Control recedes
She drops the reins.
Words penetrate
On she reads,
Speaking to
Her wants and needs.
Gown falls down,
As book does too,
Fingers know
What they must do.
Words which touched
So deep inside,
Summon desires
She's sought to hide.
Touches writing
Poetry
Captured, enraptured,
She does not flee.
Ecstatic cries
Fill the air,
As poet takes her
In her lair
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my goddess reclines
both altar and offering
rewards my prayers
-----
absolute lady
but when her desire runs high
lusty tavern wench
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merging and blending
a manner beyond loving
as if all were one
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should she should she not
diabolic decisions
her pleasure decides
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perhaps your heart sees
things it can understand
behind all my words