Her skin.

Touch her,

Like

She is

The first skin.

Kiss her

Like

It was always

About

You and Her,

Like

She is everything

Compared to

Every other

Lips.

Hold her waist

Like

She is,

The treasure

The gem

The velvet

You’ve been

Dreaming of

Waiting for,

Longing.

Kiss her

Like,

You always knew.

Kiss her

Like,

There was never

Anyone else

Like her.

Caress her

Like

She is a diamond

And,

The treasure

Is now found.

Place one hand

On her heart

As if,

You held the keys.

Touch her tighs

As if

Your hands

Were magic

As if,

You could open her

Her mystery

Her depths,

Because

Only you always could.

Let your hand

Wander,

Over her eyes

As if

You could read in their glint

That,

You and Her are One

And that,

It’s Her.

Kiss her heart

As if

She was yours,

Because

She’s always been since

The dawn of all these magical times

The magnificient hours that were,

Waiting.

Make love to her,

As if

Life had only been

The rehearsal of this dance,

Your dance.

Caress her skin

As if,

You always knew.

Make love to Her

Because,

It was written.

Love her,

As deep as life is

Because

She is,

The jewelry box of yours

And this,

Was set in stone.

Love her

Because,

There is no other depth

That matches

Your strenght

In this way,

That well.

Dive in her

As if

No skin,

Could melt with yours

Set that fire in your closed,

Solar eyes.

Make love to her

As if,

There was

No other

Softness,

Like She.

Love her,

Because

She will highlight You

Like no other soul could.

Inhale her,

Because

This intensity

This mystery

This strenght

This magic

And this smile of hers,

Is You.

Love her

Because

She would never be,

In your shadow

But only be

The,

Your Queen.

Kiss her

As if

She was your muse

And You,

Hers.

Love her

As if,

She is the treasure

The Sun,

Your sunrise

Your dawn

And you both

The eternal spark,

Love.

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