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Try as I might to avoid it, my skin succumbs
to your presence alone, condemned.
My whole being surrenders to the scent that adds you,
when your essence around me is unleashed.
I don't know what spell you cast on my thoughts,
that no longer cease to imagine feverishly
the red of your lips, which with voracious passion
my whole body at your whim.
Captive of your influence, I find no way out,
my will bends to your sensual spell.