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A Lover's Wish
by Jennifer Lynn Beese
You stare at my face, I feel the love
It seems at times you were sent from above
I feel the warmth of your embrace
I kiss the lips upon your face
The passion in your eyes, the desire in your heart
Every shape, every curve, to me seems like art
The softness of your hair, the smoothness of your skin
Your body is a game, I don't know where to begin
Your strong arms are reaching out for me, ready to pull me in
To become entranced by your touch, must surely be a sin
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