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Enough
Haunting thoughts watching a lover breathe.
Curves lost and running alone in a dark night
The sand dune of her hip slowly drew my eyes
Thick wanting dripped, eager to trace such a line
The crease parting her back cried forgiveness
Strength like a sigh drizzled down her shoulder
My throat ached to drink the sea of wafting luxury
Tracing the small of her back yields hollows, hopes
Dreams play unabashed on the subtle silken curves
Skipping fingers rampant in a dizzied dance of valleys
Bridging her waist the pleads of invitation call to me
Her soft belly pulses innocence and mystery
Cries of desire echo through the butterflies of my yearning
The slow curve of want, forbidden and entrancing
Reaches to soothe and spin, my fantasy swirls
Beckoning raptures of ecstasy that call in my loins
She sleeps not knowing my desire to give, to nurture
Will she ever hear the pleading of my heart’s cries
Will she ever know the haunting fears that spurn me.