Thought Provoked
He held me consciously and with his words he caressed my face,
Stroking my mind with vivid thoughts of pleasure, and explicit grace.
He manipulated the beat of my heart with whispered sensations,
Creating visions, of a future, heated with many variations.
A lustful lullaby shared at the midnight hour, brings a whispered sigh,
Both satisfied they embrace, feeling euphoric, they close their eyes.
Content, he strokes her hair, kissing her gently, if only in his mind,
These lovers have never met you see, this kind of love is hard to find.
Shay
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