That look
you give but never see
when, in love, you
reach
for
me
remains
my private
treasure;
the smell of you,
those sounds you make,
the way the want brings you
to shake
instills exquisite pleasure
with just
the thought,
the memory
of once
upon
a time with me
spent lost
to time, the world -
and they,
engrossed
within its bright parade
passing by
whilst we digress
in various stages
of undress.
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