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You are my tempting lover.
Your power all consuming.
Your fingers reach to me.
Their touch remaining.
Your sounds echoing to deafening tones.
I drink you in each time you come to me.
I tremble with your touch.
A smooth yet rough feeling.
A masculine way.
You leave me then return
slightly changed each time.
You bring to me gifts with each return.
And with each departure I give you a piece of myself.
Some part never to return.
Your movement mesmerizing.
Your trembling,hypnotic.
For I am but still
no movement you will receive.
No sound you shall hear.
But my touch shall bring you back each time.
Wanting me to drink you in.
You are my tempting lover.
When once I looked upon the moon
I clearly saw your face.
I hung my head in fear's despair.
Hung to the ground disgraced.
My breath went still.
My thoughts ran clear.
My skin began to quake.
Without your touch you held me near.
In the arms of fear's embrace.
When once I looked upon the moon
I thought I saw your face.
A clouded shroud of a distant past.
A memory not retraced.
My laughter loud.
My thoughts run vivid.
My hands begin to clap.
Without your touch I had no fear.
In the arms of life's embrace.
When once I looked upon the moon
I did not see your face.
