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In Her Silken Blouse, Enraptured
A Poem
A silken blouse upon her skin,
It taunts me with a sultry sin,
A veil so sheer, a scent divine,
Embroidered blooms, entwined with mine.
Buttons tempt, if they were freed,
A fragrance, like forbidden seed,
A fire within me burns to taste,
The perfume of her sultry grace.
Her every curve the fabric traces,
As I imagine tender embraces,
A whisper of lace, a touch so light,
Ignites desires that take flight.
The moonlight dances on her form,
Her silhouette a promise, warm,
Longing stirs, the night’s embrace,
To share with her, a secret place.
Should I dare to wash it once,
Wringing it, as passions clench,
Would I send it back to her,
Wrapped in whispered words that stir?
In candlelight, our shadows play,
A fleeting touch, a soft display,
Our hearts entwined, a burning fire,
Consumed by love, a sweet desire.
