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A sensual healing touch of a woman |
Intense, delicate contact of the tip Of an enameled fore finger O’er this hardened flesh Exploring relentlessly, observing minutely The unbridled rapture that rises in my heart Through the crest, through the dark. The torment of a fallen eyelash Cajolery of delicate angst in her eyes Dash of fluttering eye lashes in-between the amorous smiles so radiates on her succulent lips From the edge of the luscious hair, midnight black Flows onto the curve of her sensuous strapless back the seductive nostalgia in the darkest hour of the night. The myth of desire, hidden in reality The dreams, prisoner to the consciousness Set free along with the slowly descending Sun Ready to ascend someplace else. |