Rapture

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  • Erotic
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  • Passion
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  • Love

    Rapture
    Touch can be so devastating
    Soft.... gentle....
    Rough...  painful

    Touch reflects our desires
    Our needs
    The thought of your hands pulling me to you...
    The feel of your hands exploring me...
    Take my breath away

    My heart beats as though it will burst
    My desire for you knows no bounds
    We fly on passion to heights of endless bliss
    You take me and make me yours

    No one has moved me the way you do
    I love you
    Before time began I loved you
    I will love you again when I am reborn
    Endless and timeless we go on and on
    Eternally

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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