Warm Embrace
In playful jest, I say she's mine,
Yet she dances, wild and fine.
Unbound, untamed, a soul so free,
She lives her life, wild as the sea.
I give her space, I let her be,
Yet she returns, just for me.
In whispered tales, she brings me close,
Her adventures, she freely boasts.
Her lips I taste, sweet as wine,
Guiding her through, making her shine.
When tales end, to me, she turns,
In my embrace, passion burns.
Our rhythm, strong, a fervent beat,
Our souls entwined, love's dance complete.
Eagerly, I listen to every phrase,
In her tales, I'm lost, always amazed.
With every word, I am more drawn,
To her wild spirit, till the dawn.
She's my wildflower, free and bright,
And in her tales, I take delight.
For her freedom, I stand in awe,
Her boundless love, without a flaw.
Grateful every day, to the sky above,
For gifting me, her boundless love.
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