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Your body speaks to me
In a language felt but unspoken,
The curve of your waist
Silent whispers from the arch of your back
A canvas of longing
Your moans an intimate track
Its notes from a duet of desires awoken.

Feel my probing fingertips
Like metal to magnet,
Tracing paths of passion
In a story unfolding.
Your body speaks to me
In tender whispers
And I’m lost in its rhyme,
The thunder from the storm outside
A hush compared to our symphonic sighs.

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