It is his way to be air to my fire
It’s his gaze that’s shy and not bold
It’s the happiness I behold
It’s his lips with corners upturned
It’s the joyful kisses I return
It’s his scent sweetly soothing
It’s the soul gently moving
It’s his body lithe and fluid
It’s the pleasure warm and liquid
It’s his words that fall into my ear
It’s the voice that moves me near
It’s his way to be just so
It is his way to be this way.
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