Bliss

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your essence stays in my room

for a day after you leave

the smell of aura on the chair

where you sat naked lingers

i love the feel of your smooth

skin and how you breathe

with my head on your bare chest

our hands in intermingled fingers

your deep voice resonates

in tones that make me quiver

i pat your curly hair

and stroke your cheek

the manly contour of your body

throws me into fever

these are the moments

that my tireless spirit seeks

with my eyes closed

i dream of us slow-dancing

my kundalini flows with

your soft kisses and embraces

my energy, your energy

together in one presence

it's bliss to be enamored

by your blessed essence

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