You scare me with your seductive eyes
With their depth and mystery
One thousand questions
Inviting me to ask
Your ruby red lips that beg me to kiss you
As if you whisper to me
Calling me to come near you
Hypnotising me easily
Your ivory skin, hard as marble, pure as crystal
China white and perfect
Smoothly caressing your bones
Flawlessly like liquid
Your sharpened nails, painted ebony black
Razor edged with precision
Ready to sever flesh
And expose the crimson wine underneath.
And yet, you attract me, with your voice like velvet
Soft and alluring, like music I can’t escape
Promising me satisfaction, quenching my thirst
For your words, your melodic tones
Your scent, masculine, smoky and rural
That makes me yearn for the wind
To carry me another waft
So I can fill my aching lunges with your incense.
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