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Love's Sensation. I ask that infiltration comes not in a directness That it comes in quietly through sweet suggestion And I will return the visit as a breath of fresh air And gently perfumed so that its scent Is deeply breathed and remains within you As a spirited love which mixes and intoxicates Your life’s blood, to circulate and flow Through your veins as a pulsation of love Come to me softly as night infuses day That I sense your love as a delicate feeling’s joy Yet cannot confirm your natural identity Come in at me as a gentle drifting, a cloying So that an atmosphere is in touching distance Yet beyond an experience of sight Be the tingle of excitement which smiles And a welcome guest who alights on my lips Let us meet at sometime beyond destiny’s play Within a reach of warming daylight’s Sun Yet in sensible to the cool of evening’s charm To meet as intermingling souls Whose vanity’s lost in this mist of pleasure I ask that you do not come in a swift allowance Nor shall I appear in such short disclosure But rather we drift into a soft and slow content Of each other for the sake of love’s sensation |
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Slow and steady wins the race... or in this case... fair maiden or fellow. Kind of..... Relax & enjoy the moments.
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Old love is nice Ron, relaxing and no pressure
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