When long felt passions meet,
The touch of silk on silk
Caressing hands and feet.
The thrill of clouded eyes
Anticipation of each touch,
Shared sensual ecstasy
Was never felt so much.
How will the pleasure fall?
From hands or lips or ice,
How pleasing to the heart
To practice such a vice.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.
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