What passion has she awoke in me What hunger she made me feel Never had a woman touched my very Soul As if she walked right through me Taking residence in my heart Her lips embrace me Her breasts bid me come Her legs wrapped around me like silk thread soft and alluring Thighs warm to the touch What envy must other men heap Apon me like jealous discord She is smiling at the other women Who see her strength and beauty As Taunts cast against them We shall love like God's and Goddesses From the ancient texts Shall I awaken and be not this man Holding this perfect woman? Or is this just a dream a vision of what is to be? Day passes gently into the night Shall she pass so gently by?
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