Enchanting glimpse, her nakedness, once more,
Euphoria. To explore her new form at leisure
Inflames my bliss; a blistered bleary ardor.
The pastel pink edged lips that spoke first plaisir,
The gold suffused curves, touched with tremor,
I know by blind touching a remembrance weir
Of desultory dreams, feverous yet demure
In desire abated by a sad sedative year
Of dreary idle organ atrophy fear.
Unkindly relinquished and rekindled to fire and smoke
I drag my face to dry my final tears,
To lie upon the crag of her chest’s slope.
Hands knead breasts, hearts need rest for mountaineers.
My white knuckles blush as I caress
The summit of worn love in finer dress.
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