One perfect minute

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You want to know:

Why?

First it was the sun rays on your bare shoulder,

a thousand playful fingers caressing your curves.

Then there’s us,

The loyal princess, the lonely warrior.

Later on,

It’s your fingernails creating new landscapes on my back,

later on,

it’s the palm of my hands exploring the hills and valleys of your body.

Afterwards,

a musky scent lingers in the room, the scent of trees a thousand years old,

while all we crave is this one perfect minute, this one perfect moment.

You’re only granted one of these they say…

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