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By Western
Alabaster skin turned golden by scented, oiled water and candles' glow.
Wet, tousled flaxen hair clings to perfect breasts, drawing me near.
Sweet touches - fingers, lips, tongues, and short intakes of
intermingled breath.
Sweet releases shared again and again, but never enough, never satiated.
Eyes so beautiful - truly a window to a beautiful soul - my heart
leaps at their caress.
Something is different. Today I see her beauty in ways not yet
imagined, and fall further into her.
I am now released. My first and only secret love, once furtive, is now
unbounded,free to roam and explore the possibilities her beauty
brings.