Always out of our reach

My reach

In sight my eyes will delight

Your beauty

A quick smile

Perhaps a frown

And the moment is gone

But fantasy

Remains a telling mystery

New worlds can be created

That one moment that was wanted

Suddenly becomes attainable

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The skin so alive

Desire of wanton release

I’ve always felt only you know how to touch

The moment that exhilarates your skin

Your fingertips

Your curves

Slow and teasing, your gasps

As that moment becomes near

Holding back yet driving towards

A beautiful and writhing release

Some may bring you there

Yet, when ready you’re a goddess

A master, filled with mystique

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For we all know a manner of passion

I might imagine how to make love to you

And you might desire the touch of fantasy

When will our ideas return to one another

Rather than remaining in wonder

Silly fears

Drawn upon each other

Always a stepping stone

Of indecision

That when the risk is alive

Become scintillating , sensual, unbridled passion