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The Night Is Young
How easily you distract me from whatever conversation I imagined we had
I lose my place in the soft turns of your legs
they speak like sign language for the soul
And I'm mesmerized by their incessant whisper of yes
As they beg me to touch
And I'm drawn in helplessly
- and longingly
I can almost feel your smile
As I become aware you're watching me
Without a word
But who needs words as the smooth of your skin yields
And taunts me
Relentlessly
Your legs turning towards me
And my touch
My desires
As you make them your own
And the night is young
I lose my place in the soft turns of your legs
they speak like sign language for the soul
And I'm mesmerized by their incessant whisper of yes
As they beg me to touch
And I'm drawn in helplessly
- and longingly
I can almost feel your smile
As I become aware you're watching me
Without a word
But who needs words as the smooth of your skin yields
And taunts me
Relentlessly
Your legs turning towards me
And my touch
My desires
As you make them your own
And the night is young
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