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Raven hair, floating around the tanned face, The lithe figure, moving, swaying, Casually putting her hair up, she continues, As my rapt gaze follows her, My eyes drawn to her soft, warm neck, I feel a strong aching compulsion, To walk up behind her, Slowly slide my arm around her perfect waist, And bend my head, to kiss her smooth skin. She pauses, and slowly turns, lifting her clear, deep brown eyes to me, Holding me in thrall. My lips quirk up at the edges, And I feel a quickening of my heart, As I pull myself from that bewitching gaze, And go on with my drear life, Holding that sacred image in my mind, Hoping, wishing for the day that I will have the nerve, To confess of my deepest feelings and emotions. |