How could she not cherish the character of her curves
I glimpse and glance
Shyly imagining the trace
Because after the chase
I am a viscous predator in her cave
Risking it all to feel her warmth
Laying down the vision
I always admired her spirit
Craving the softness of her lips
Each set set the tone for swimming
In her puddles turned oceans in my presence
There is nothing more exhilarating
Than maneuvering into position
Hydrated with her flavors
The best seller was a sell out
Falling short of her depiction
I’d sleep to wake up for her as breakfast
She was overwhelmed with every gasp
I leaned in a little closer to hear her utter
“I just want to be in love again”
For she knew I was an explorer incapable of falling that deeply to Cupid’s sin.
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