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Chuckle of content

 
 
 
You would not think I could forget    
the touch of you, light as silk I recall,    
then of velvet, satin ,finest linen    
each the aura that is you.    
Would I could steal the cloth, take    
home to my bed wrapped round    
dreams of you  beside me.    
opal skin, fine hairs and more
glistening in morning sun, musk laden    
 scents to rival those of lily and rose,    
confirmed each time I kiss the    
sacred place for which there is no name    
save ours, so secret none shall know.    
There is little time to wait, each  too far.    
Now my memory revived,    
How could I forget ? As the lemon bowl,    
before the dinner plate this lapse will    
cleanse my tongue, taste again    
the sweet  I  know so well.    
The cries,silent moments,to    
wait the chuckle of content.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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