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My Breaths Even Pace

His rough hands do embrace
They glide upon my satin face
Upon my lips his fingers trace
I close my eyes as my heart does race

His body like stone as the ancients did carve
For his body I’ll always starve
The curves on his skin will always pull me in
My body for him it has always been

His voice makes me blush
Like a red rose at dusk
Though he towers higher than I
No..I’ll never leave his side
Written by Sapphirewolf
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