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Is it the heat of the night
That sets my skin on fire
Or is it your sensual touch
Filling my soul with desire

Is it the touch of your lips
As you offer them to me
Or is it the brush of your face
Against my skin, tauntingly

Breath by breath, together
We become as one
A soft caress, your whisper
With words, I come undone

These feelings overwhelm
As our bodies rise and fall
Sweet love does possess
Dominate and enthrall


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