Music to my EarsMature

I can hear you

I feel
Your breath on my neck
Warmth, spread from my toes
Up my body

Lives around you
It crouches
In the aftershave
The designer shirt
The well practiced chuckle

How many women
Have heard it all before
Placed a hand on the soft silk
Front of your shirt
Thought that you
Were perfect.

Feel your lips
Pressed on mine
Sweet breath
Hands, roving

You tell me
Everything is alright
It feels like
Music to my ears
As you touch
So gently, kiss
WIth such love.

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