An open window of discovery
Creates a mystical ecstasy
Not just sensory
But love that words cannot carry
Intimate physical embrace
Slow motion of massage
Stirs passion that builds desire
Spreading the whole existence
There is no need to rehearse
Passionate fever with patience
Sharing one space
It will happen out of rhythm, out of silence
Go very slowly… with taste…
Taking every flavor with care
And there’s no need to hurry
enough time is there...
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