On a sip of red wine,
by the candelight delight,
the caress was right,
and each touch so light.
The dance of the hands,
and the finger tracing of our edges,
with talk form the beautiful silence,
and the words of the touch on our faces.
The tension was displacing,
felt how my shoulders started shaking.
the pace and sighs became at sync,
One thing existed... the moment of you and me.
The thought was long ago connected,
The sentiment had been forever been conceived,
The gentle smooth roughness traced a path,
On the tip where the cold met the warm,
With the tilt where guards no longer existed,
The touch was sealed and all together one.
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