Erotic

Silky as the lips
That part as she moans
Curvy to the hips
The hand on her roams
Sweetly as erotic fragrances
Titillating the senses
Lusciously as a red rose
Tenderness grows
Barely words are spoken
Taking in the motion
Warmly as the candle burns
The passion inside yearns
Alluringly they are captivated
To the edge of being intoxicated
Their eyes an abyss into eternal pleasure
The euphoric chasm becomes their world
Claims them both
As its own

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