By LaDivinaCinzia
Date: 2005 Feb 12
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Senses

Silence.
Ah to touch the tongue of the temptress.
The mouth making mush of my mind.
Please purge your passion upon these lips.
An exhalation.
Floating, frolicking, the fragrance flaunts.
Aromatic atmosphere assaulting the olfactory.
Please lower your presence upon mine own.
An inhalation.
Nearer the nectar of the nymph.
Reeling to receive the rouge of rapture.
Please possess my ponderings with pleasure.
Sigh.
Linger no longer, my lover.
My senses seethe and swell; cease to hover.