The Art of Love

Talk to me,
without the sound of your voice.
Let our heartbeat define the words.
And our moving bodies the tone.
Give me your hand.
And let touch be our speaker.
Let the subtle scent of your skin,
be my imagination and fantasy.
Let words be unspoken,
yet clear in this room.
Let me give in,
to the soft heat of your breath,
on my bare skin.
Touch me with the colors of your eyes.
And let the sound of my voice guide you,
to paradise within this love.

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