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There is nothing quite like being alone with you.
No disturbances or distractions. Only two bodies closely warming,
And your eyes, softened and intense.
I like to whisper to you my desires and what I might do to you what I like,
While my fingers trace this and that route along your neck and you shiver,
And my lips run a trail, making you moan and guess
I like using my strength and lifting you with ease,
Placing you under the sheets and stretching your arms over your head,
Where the slightest touch of my tongue makes your body
I like to command the warming flow that wraps me tight in wonder,
Eyes bearing depth are sparks in the night,
And your voice tremors mouth empty words.
No, there is nothing quite like being alone with you,
Having engulfed you in my arms, left with a taste and a residue,
And my body covering you.