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Caressing your hairA massage designed to pleaseYour breathing grows softA sensual TeaseLips finally meetSo tender and hopingTongues intertwinedSearching, not gropingFingertips trace From your neck down your spineAwakening the nervesThe pleasure, DivineClothes whisper as they fall to the floorBringing the pleasure in the skin they showNo rush, No hurry all nightJust take it slowA trail of kisses The soft backs of kneesBodies aching, YearningEager to pleaseBy the light of the fireTwo bodies join in ancient riteAs soft moans of pleasureBecome the sounds of the night.
