Captiva
The way he touched me,
Internally caressed,
I could feel the chemistry,
From the bottom of my feet,
Infinitely on my breast,
Respect.
Is all he gave while stroking my thigh,
He said I'd never have to worry.
His hands would never go to high,
Like floating cloud,
Was the only high i'd need,
Captiva kisses,
I'll remember faithfully.
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