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I have disrobed him many times
In the wardrobe of my mind.
I have whispered naughty secrets,
Of fantasies he has yet to find.

I have dreamed in tactile sense,
Every inch of him to my caress,
With imagined pulses beneath my touch,
That beat in rhythm to my aggress.

His soft moans have resonated in my ears,
As a promise of passion and rapture,
The sounds of pleasure and purpose,
Orchestrated for my body to capture.

I have invented his breath upon my lips,
To replay that illusory kiss on my demand.
I have tasted him in delicious reverie,
And savored the essence of this man.

I have memorized his strapping canvas,
As a stage for his artful form to shine,
And I have painted my collage of desire,
Where his outlined frame melts into mine.