You lay before me in tender trust,
Your head upon my lap.
A feeling more than just mere lust,
To trace you like a map.
My fingers long to know your skin
To meet your every curve.
To speak in volumes instantly
Without a single word.
My soul is bare before your eyes,
With one look back at mine
You know me as I wish I could
The things I've yet to find.
And as our lips lean in to meet,
My heart could nearly miss
Each and every single beat
Replaced with just your kiss.
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