"an image of she and i cannot be erased,
yet i've tried to forget every intimate scene...
like times she begged hands of mine be gently placed...
on her neck, then her shoulders, then the space between...
her heaving chest held a heart once broken-hearted...
that required a delicate pass o'er each breast...
i sensed pain in her when my fingers had departed...
at least that's what the sounds she made did suggest...
so i ensured to keep my touch on her until…
the fear of a separation of us was done…
thus, a hand stayed behind her so she’s closer still,
though we'd stood so close, we'd almost been one…
as an picture of love, a still frozen in time,
a sight labeled as desire personified…
right now i close my eyes only to find that i’m…
unable to overlook tender feelings inside…”
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