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Slightly erotic love poem

The feel of your breast,
soft, but firm,
and the memory of the curve of your hip,
the grace of your long legs.

These surface again and again,
in my mind.
The ecstatic joy,
of our bodies,
touching, entwining.

Together,
the warmth of your spirit,
that is with me,
as I lay down with you.

I think of these to often,
when I am gone.
The green of your eyes,
Like the mid-ocean deep,
and the coolness of the touch of your hand.

The soft caress of your voice,
softly whispering my name in ecstatic delight,
as the pleasure of our loving
courses through you.

The taste of your lips,
like fine sherry,
is always refreshing.

Always new,
the reaching out of your desire,
that enfolds me with hot burning love.
Cleansing my soul with fire drenched pleasure.

Throbbing, beating wave,
upon wave of satisfaction.
These memories are but a glimpse of our love.
May I have the full view soon.