Longing
lips so soft and fragile
pale pink as they part
like rosebuds they pause
stop pounding my heart
beautiful and tender
in the pale moonlight
reaching and longing
such a splendid sight
inviting so tempting
blushes of color
lures you to touch
sweet sense of wonder
sensations are pulsing
keep pulling me in
let us move forward
so love can begin
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