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As I feel the sun warming my face I think about the way it would feel if my legs were wrapped around your waist As the light reflects off my lashes I can feel what it would be like if your lips brushed mine and our tongues intertwined I can feel the back of your hand gliding across my jaw You look at me through smoky eyes as you caress my face As the sun streams on my face its warmth reminds me of the feeling I have when I think of you in this way Its warmth feels like your hands when they slide up my back with their object to remove the slip of satin that covers me As the sun settles on your skin It changes to the color of golden honey Which I feel compelled to slowly slide my mouth over in effort to drown myself in it Your eyes become dark in the sunset light I can imagine what they would look like in candle light I ask You? How can I look at you with eyes of philo When I can only see you with the eyes of Eros |
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