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My skin, soft velvet in your hands,
tempting candy, invitation to passion.
Let me be your canvas tonight,
your muse, your inspiration, poetess and painter.
With your verses you envelop me, you seduce me,
you write on my body with your brush.
Your sweet and desirous fingers, sculptors,
a thousand caresses that make me shudder.
Each stroke, a word in your poetry,
each touch, a note in our concert.
In your art, I find my own melody,
in each verse, the fire of our meeting.
Thus, we merge on the canvas of passion,
where your verses and my body intertwine.
In each sigh, we write our song,
and in every caress, love becomes an eternal embrace.