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Along my veins and arteries,
these avenues of our desire,
imagination, by degrees,
flames the hot erotic fire
because I sense, in time, you'll walk
barefoot in my room
as we idly talk.
My eyes, at last set free to roam
the regions they've been longing to explore,
will linger on the summit of each breast,
dwell on your belly, tour
the slender circle of your waist,
slide down your knotted spine
onto the broadness of your hips
then revel in the labor to divine
what's peeking from your furred eclipse.
But, impatient with the eyes' delight,
hands will reach, lips kiss,
till my tongue your sighs ignite:
we both know what follows this.