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Your gaze lingers like silk on skin, Soft, slow, and impossible to forget.

Between your words, I hear a whisper, a promise only my body understands.

You don’t touch me, yet my breath changes when you’re near.

Let your silence press against mine, where longing lives without a sound.

The heat between us isn't fire, it’s a slow burn that never fades.

Your presence is a touch I wear all day, soft, haunting, unforgettable.

We haven’t kissed, but my lips already remember you.

There’s poetry in the way you look at me not words, just fire behind your eyes.

In the pause before your touch, I find the sweetest ache.

My skin knows the sound of your name, even in silence.

Your breath near mine, a silent invitation my body can’t resist.

With just a glance, you undress my thoughts.

Time slows when you're close, like the world knows not to interrupt.

Your voice touches me deeper than hands ever could.

I crave the pause before your lips, more than the kiss itself.

In your silence, I feel heat, as if your thoughts were tracing my skin.

One touch from you, and I forget what breathing feels like.

Your nearness writes poems on my skin, without ink, without words.

Your touch, like velvet in the night, Sets my skin and soul alight. A whisper soft, a breath so deep, You stir the fire I try to keep.

In tangled sheets and silent moans, Our bodies speak in sacred tones. No need for words, your lips confess Each sinful thought in soft caress.

The moonlight kisses every curve, Your gaze the spark, your voice the nerve. Undress me slowly with your eyes, And watch my shyness melt like ice.

Just a whisper of your name Sends my heart into a flame. A storm brews low beneath my skin, Craving the fire that lies within.

Your lips don’t speak, but they do tell Of dreams where only passion dwells. A gentle bite, a daring kiss, A language formed from burning bliss.

Beneath the lace, a secret lies, A world where pleasure never dies. One look from you, my breath escapes, Desire drips in fevered shapes.

There's a flame that flickers low, Where your fingers dare to go. One stroke and I forget my name, You tame my fire, then feed the flame.

Inhale me slowly, like warm wine, Let your senses trace my spine. No rush, just rhythm, soft and slow, Until our hearts begin to glow.

I crave your voice, your wicked smile, Your touch that lingers all the while. Come closer, let me feel you near, My favorite sin is crystal clear.

Your words undress me more than hands, They cross forbidden, burning lands. You write on me with gaze and breath, A story dripping sweet to death.

Your fingertips ignite my skin, Like fire whispering from within. Every trace leaves marks so deep, That even in dreams, I barely sleep.

The silence speaks between our sighs, A game of lust beneath soft lies. Your breath, a spell I can't undo, It binds me tight and pulls me through.

Taste me slowly, take your time, Let each kiss become a rhyme. Savor me like your favorite wine, And write your hunger over mine.

Your bite lingers, a sweet sin, A bruise that blooms beneath my skin. It's not pain, it's something more, A craving I can't ignore.

You undress me with a stare, Like your eyes strip every layer. No need for hands, no need for touch, Your gaze alone is far too much.

You crawl beneath my every sigh, A fire low, a whispered cry. No part of me is truly mine, You live in me, like heated wine.