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I want to sail across your waters,
wash away my doubts in your seas.
Find myself on your earth,
glide over its goose bumped surface,
drown in its vulnerability,
as I immerse myself into its tender surface.
I want to make art on your canvas,
tattooed keepsakes of this moment.
Become the tremble in your thighs,
the fire tiptoeing over your flesh,
the shortness in your breath.
I desire to linger in your fragrance,
get drunk on its intoxication
as I devour your simple sweetness.
I long to taste the moral decadence,
dancing between the tangent of your lips,
Learn the dirty secrets behind your eyes.
as I savor every moment,
every morsel of your existence,
obsessing with all the little things
each freckle,
each mole,
every scar,
that is the make up your elegant creation.
I want to be the moonlight,
shining on your fair skin,
glowing with a serene brilliance,
as it brings tears to lovers eyes.
The rain so lucky,
to trickle ever so slow
across your sacred flesh,
absorbing into your physical design.
I want everything that is you,
I want to relinquish command,
let love take control,
and let sex be our language.
I want you tonight,
forever,
and always.
wash away my doubts in your seas.
Find myself on your earth,
glide over its goose bumped surface,
drown in its vulnerability,
as I immerse myself into its tender surface.
I want to make art on your canvas,
tattooed keepsakes of this moment.
Become the tremble in your thighs,
the fire tiptoeing over your flesh,
the shortness in your breath.
I desire to linger in your fragrance,
get drunk on its intoxication
as I devour your simple sweetness.
I long to taste the moral decadence,
dancing between the tangent of your lips,
Learn the dirty secrets behind your eyes.
as I savor every moment,
every morsel of your existence,
obsessing with all the little things
each freckle,
each mole,
every scar,
that is the make up your elegant creation.
I want to be the moonlight,
shining on your fair skin,
glowing with a serene brilliance,
as it brings tears to lovers eyes.
The rain so lucky,
to trickle ever so slow
across your sacred flesh,
absorbing into your physical design.
I want everything that is you,
I want to relinquish command,
let love take control,
and let sex be our language.
I want you tonight,
forever,
and always.
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Oh my god... I'm beyond impressed. I find this type of poetry difficult to appreciate most times. I feel that you went beyond the usual raunch and managed to get across intimacy and sensuality. Your verses seem all the more intense as a result. Really well done