Her Touch
A dream is the touch of her palm
or her lips glazed in fruity balm
to lay a hand on skin so soft
be new measure for pleasure oft;
To hold her to me ever tight
and dance beneath the evening light
across her surface, hand shall slide
setting pace for a gentle ride;
Embraced by moonlight used to hide
laying unclad hand on her side
the feel of flesh perfect as such
tender caress desired as much;
Lips so lustful at once they touch.
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