Not the lips against mine.
Not the body under my fingers,
Not the cheek quaking
Not the legs undulating,
The mind behind the eyes,
The voice inside the mouth,
The thought between the ears
The knowing of the nose.
I have a love with me.
She is the grandeur that I see.
Power wrapped in beauty,
Intensity within her warmth.
Clutches and grasps
Feels and flitters
The love that is all mine
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