I touch myself, dreaming of you.
A sensitive emotion, yet untrue.
For your tenderness alone holds the key,
And nothing else feels softer on me.
Unaware I was, of the sweetness in romance,
How wonderful to feel, a woman’s heart cadence.
That the hands that serve were also to caress,
And the lips that pray were also to kiss.
My lips are parched, for the touch of yours,
My eyes enchanted with the passed by hours,
With me on you bosom, so tender and warm,
Adoring your beauty, your unending charm.
My thirst for love is now partly quenched.
Yet, I wait to be completely drenched.
When passions of man and woman entwine,
And our union is complete, forever to shine,
Sweetheart, no pain can make me falter on my quest,
With the always infinite warmth, of your ripened breast
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