Camouflaged feel good circuitry,
the act of loving me,
a transitional desire;

Oh god, your smell;
the way you percolate
the breath of my desire;

An aroma so sweet,
as to deviate from purity
to the throes of ecstasy.

Arms around you,
in a deep grasp.

Conversation doubly made
through voice and interaction
of the flesh.

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