We are empty,
Half naked.
Our bodies meet the eye,
The room is quiet,
Sacred.
You slowly walk,
Our eyes talk,
Your lips,
They quiver.
Your voice,
Makes me shiver.
I am smaller,
My body polluted in sweat.
For one magical move ,
And I,
Am now undressed.
I think you may suspect the rest.
Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 6:10 AM UTC
We are empty,
Half naked.
Our bodies meet the eye,
The room is quiet,
Sacred.
You slowly walk,
Our eyes talk,
Your lips,
They quiver.
Your voice,
Makes me shiver.
I am smaller,
My body polluted in sweat.
For one magical move ,
And I,
Am now undressed.
I think you may suspect the rest.
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