I like that little icon of your presence.
Amidst the others, standing out more significantly.
The birth of poetry, darkness alongside beauty, and chapters of untold accounts.
Tracing the shape of those hands, to recall that marble like feature, with contours so fine..
Bodies entwine in unison; tranquil; velvety sensuality.
Void spaces become tangible whilst relinquishing unprecedented depths.
Lips and tongue fuse, as the mind slips into mortal coma of libido.
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