When I contemplate your person
I lose concentration
Because all thoughts of longing
Becomes senations of yearning
When my hands touch your skin
It seeks to transmit my stirrings wthin
To grasp your flesh beneath the fabric pressed
Your waist, your bosom, carressed
The feel of my grasp shoots lightning to my core
A rigid growth promises a whole lot more
I my mind we are clad in naught but air
On your form I can't help.but stare
I close the distance to to plant kisses
As i explore you here are no misses
In our embrace joins lock and key
Going deeper to set you free
To let lose your goddes within
To come to me and reward this win
I pull you close and breathe your air
We go to places we know not where
You ride your waves pleasure and call to me
Benaeath the.motions the oceans refresh me
Come my.lady, hurry.
My wand's magic is at the ready
Oh rapture sublime when the spell releases
Catch me in your arms with gentle kisses
Keats
8 February 2015
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