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Skinful words

A life that lacked it was like draught
No love shared so I did without.
Now I commit your every word to memory
So I can reflect on your love for eternity.

Your words are few but so succinct,
You tell me I’m loved and consider me perfect,
You too know what it is to be alone,
Blessed together to find our way home.

Words are the basis of images we share,
Translating the emotions that took us there,
The power in language and the reality we create,
Defines the future that we manifest to make.

So I treasure your effort in every word you share,
Both spoken and written your devotion recorded there,
I feel every word it awakens my soul
Drawing us together is clearly the goal.

So whisper your desires into my mind
With words that caress to stimulate and find,
So masterful the seduction you perfected I can see,
Aroused by your words designed to captivate me.

Your words are the poems written upon my skin,
Where your fingers traced messages it’s how you begin,
The foreplay of describing what you will do to me there.
And yes they are words that arouse me and I desire to hear.

 

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Skinful words

A life that lacked it was like draught
No love shared so I did without.
Now I commit your every word to memory
So I can reflect on your love for eternity.

Your words are few but so succinct,
You tell me I’m loved and consider me perfect,
You too know what it is to be alone,
Blessed together to find our way home.

Words are the basis of images we share,
Translating the emotions that took us there,
The power in language and the reality we create,
Defines the future that we manifest to make.

So I treasure your effort in every word you share,
Both spoken and written your devotion recorded there,
I feel every word it awakens my soul
Drawing us together is clearly the goal.

So whisper your desires into my mind
With words that caress to stimulate and find,
So masterful the seduction you perfected I can see,
Aroused by your words designed to captivate me.

Your words are the poems written upon my skin,
Where your fingers traced messages it’s how you begin,
The foreplay of describing what you will do to me there.
And yes they are words that arouse me and I desire to hear.

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