A Wistful Breath

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A breath awaits the touch to make flesh rise,

To be with you, my lover, my sweet love,

Inviting senses to dance with desire.

With tenderness that claims the sweetest prize,

Your wistful sigh while we kiss for kind of

Too long, but not enough to answer love’s call.

Such pleasure awaits me within your fire,

The ecstasy I seek within your eyes,

As passion lingers then climbs in our sighs.

I feel your hunger reaching ever higher,

Demanding I give you my love, my all,

My heart, pulsating, is at your command,

A shattered breath as we enter free fall,

United within love’s own promised land.