Sensual poetry.

The feel of silk on my skin
is like a lover’s touch,
trailed oh so lightly
causing flesh to bump.

Soft as whispers in my ear
which move hairs on skin,
sending thoughts to other realms
where sanity is a sin.

Draped across my naked flesh
ignites fevered flames,
to later cover bodies
as sleep lays its claim.

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