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Breathe
There is nothing but the sound of your breath in the empty room
The silent whisper of skin, satin soft
Against velvety smooth sheets
You love the feel,
The smell
The taste
You love your helplessness
Your control
Your freedom
If love be frail,
You are but delicacy in its purest
My flower, my angel
My sweetest demon
My beauty, my soulmate
My enemy
Your kiss is without form, unintelligible
But infinite in weight, in style
Unforgettable
Divine, you are
Presence a god could not help but awe
I cannot breathe when I see you
And unrequited love, lust
Will drive me to madness© 2006 Eugene Aarons-Cooke
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