Whispers of Delight

The cut of your satin gown
Beckoning without a sound
Hints of chiseled thighs
Rounded hips
Whiffs of perennial storms
And plumeria

The vale of your chest
My restraint put to test
Curves of bronzed skin
Toned abs
Impressions of unknowing prey
Calculated attacks

The slight parting of your lips
Eyes pierce as your shade dips
Visions of restless nights
Tasteless days
Whispers of delight
Carnal displays



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