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She breathes with passion's rhythm, soft and slow,
Awakes in me a reverie's sweet flow
Forbidden fruit I pluck with heart aflame
In shadows of the night we hide love's game
With subtle touch she lifts me high above
As whispers stoke the flames of wanton love
Her skin an ink, my hands seize the quill
Down poetry's pages tracing movements still
In quiet moments she to life doth sing...
Her whispered voice my soul's wild musings wing
Beautiful passionate verses that make up your poem. Love always inspires chains of feelings.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
Love is wonderful and a trigger for a wide range of feelings.