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You lie on your back, legs in the air spread wide,
Raising yourself up to meet my face,
Raising yourself up as my kisses caress your sex,
Raising yourself up as my kisses explore you and arouse you.

I lean forward to taste you, to inhale you,
Lowering my face to be closer to you,
Lowering my face to be beside and upon you,
Lowering my face to become one with you and to arouse you.

The sight of two bodies, contorted and bent,
Each molded to the other's shape,
Each molded to conform to the other's needs,
Each molded to satisfy the other's desires.

The feel of my flesh upon your flesh,
Softness yielding to firmness,
Softness yielding to volition,
Softness yielding to its own invitation.

You have seen me naked,
I have never seen you naked.
I have never touched you naked.
I have only imagined you naked.

One by one, the pieces fall.
A blouse, a skirt, a bra, and then?
The fabric lays before you on the floor,
But still you aren't naked.

I close my eyes.
Now you are

With my eyes open,
You are always clothed by
The modesty of my love for you.
My cloak to keep you dry from the tears that fall,
From all the tears that have fallen.

I close my eyes.
Now you are

I lower my face and find you
And wet.

Is it your arousal that
Dampens the flesh as my tongue
Explores you, naked and open to me,
Or do I taste the salty tears that
I let fall upon you,
As I lower my face
And find you

I lie on my back and touch myself,
Feeling only my own flesh,
Feeling only my own arousal,
Feeling only my own tears.

Feeling alone,
Knowing I will never see you
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