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Your smell encapsulates my being
Touch so sensuous, I’m believing
Your spell so captivates me
That I cannot hear or see
A presence that I cannot resist
You lead me over the abyss
Touch me, hold me, never let go
Your movements entice ever so slow
Leading and teasing which I must submit
To your beautiful figure for I am smit
By a woman whose love is forever real
It touches and moves me to places surreal
A body pulsating I cannot control
My love for you forever more
Excitement that builds and makes me high
Your sweet fragrance I think I’ll die
I cannot get enough of you
This addict deserves his just due
Withdrawal I fear will leave me depressed
No sleep or food for I’m a mess
Wanting for you leads me to fantasies of lust
My drug of choice is your total trust
Send me away to places unknown
Your love for me is like methadone
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