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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
Written by AverageJoe (Average Joe. AJ. Joe)
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