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my poem..."My beautiful lover"

The sun came kissing my bare skin this morning.
A pretty girl's lying peacefully in my bed.
Birds were happily singing outside my windows.
A scent of Lavender still lingers in the room.

Oh, my pretty lady...
I was fascinated by her natural beauty.
Sunlight's shining on her perfect figure.
As I drew a line down her flawless silky skin,
I felt a tingling on the tip of my fingers.
I love kissing her luscious lips.
As much as I love the curve of her sexy hip.

But every time I kissed her solf sweet petals, I thought of you.
Every time I hold her in my arms, I thought of you.
The spicy scent of her perfume just only reminded me of yours.
The touch of her couldn't compare to yours.
The way you passionately heated me up...
The way you moved through my entire body.
The way you lead me through the whole night.
And the way you made me reach new unknown hights...

Oh, my beautiful lover...
It's such a painful pleasure, just to think of you.

Longing for your touch...
Endless hunger for your kisses...

Oh, my beautiful lover...
How can I stop thinking about you?

Yosita Anita V.

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