beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Crescendo

Sometimes

I have to stop

Myself

Watching you,

With

Every cell singing,

Sunlight streaming

From every pore,

The symphonies

At play within you,

Butterflies causing

Storms between

Your thighs

And I conduct with

Poise and confidence,

Feeling the need,

To duet with you,

Our energies at play,

As we rush towards

Crescendo

 

 

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