LOST IN HER
In the dance of dreams, our paths align,
Tracing curves, where passions twine,
Each inch of her, a canvas divine,
Illumined by a love so pure, so fine.
Blemishes upon her skin I'll embrace,
For they narrate tales of time and grace,
In memory's book, I'll find their place,
Her beauty's blaze, my soul will chase.
A tapestry woven, crossing lines,
Unveiling her soul's hidden signs,
With tender hair that gently twines,
On shoulders, where desire enshrines.
In sanctuary, her eyes close tight,
In dreams, her soul takes flight,
Where sinful thoughts, like stars ignite,
Her naked essence, pure and bright.
A wildflower blooms with petals fair,
Her scent, a sweet and sultry affair,
Capturing senses, floating through the air,
Into the night, a fragrant flare.
Within my soul, a fire's aglow,
She touches it with passion's bow,
Addictively seductive in every show,
Her allure, an unending flow.
And though these thoughts may never part,
Forever engraved upon my heart,
Lost in her, a timeless art,
Her love, a melody, an eternal chart.
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