Caress
.........Of the softest alabaster skin,
she is clothed.
The fragrance of her is alive,
a tangible entity.
The closeness of her warmth,
sets the blood aflame.
A mere brush of her hair,
ensnare the skin with electricity.
Trembling now with the touch,
tremors,explode from her fingertips.
Breathless,
one caress of her lips,
................oblivion.
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