You make me weak at the knees
with the gentle caresses of your fingertips,
and your lips!
My wildest fantasy:
locked to your lips
as a prisoner of affection,
a fanatic of your sweet breath,
slow, windy blows against my chest.
I am a believer of the sect
your body creates
for amazing defines who you are
but does not fulfill everything
you let me feel
for I melt away in your arms
and I believe I'm falling in love with you.

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