Carousel
You are in the air,
I know as I feel
the slip of your waist,
as it breathes me in.
The red beat
of your breast,
awakens the eve's heat
as it fervently dissipates
sighs from my every cell,
and melts your caress as it touches
my skin,
this I know well.
Your air moves me to see,
the sound of your laughter arose
a fresh wind to set free
white rose blossoms from the pause
of the curve of your hips,
as liquid senses to purify the throes
that are at the cause
of where my emotions dwell.
I am inside your lips,
and under your spell.
You are my fair breeze
at this summer's carousel.
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