Stirrings of love
Ribbons of pink
tumble from your hair
how the stirrings of
love conquer me
my hand upon your thigh
my breath on your neck
silken hair in my hand
the feeling so delicious
your sweet nector draws me near
a hummingbird suspended in flight
we stand watching the morning sun
your smell intoxicating makes me sigh
my mind races with thoughts
of your sensual treasures
my hand is under your robe
I have found the source of your fire
it warms me and calls me home
tumble from your hair
how the stirrings of
love conquer me
my hand upon your thigh
my breath on your neck
silken hair in my hand
the feeling so delicious
your sweet nector draws me near
a hummingbird suspended in flight
we stand watching the morning sun
your smell intoxicating makes me sigh
my mind races with thoughts
of your sensual treasures
my hand is under your robe
I have found the source of your fire
it warms me and calls me home
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