In the dance of whispers, her essence twirls,
Beyond mere thoughts, her spirit unfurls.
In the symphony of her breath, I find my tune,
To pleasure her, not just in mind, but in every monsoon.
Listen, dear heart, to the cadence of her sighs,
In each exhale, a universe lies.
Her laughter, a melody, her touch, a rhyme,
In her embrace, I find the essence of time.
To love her is to savor each fleeting gasp,
In the silence between words, our passions grasp.
With every beat of her heart, a promise unfurls,
To pleasure her wholly, beyond just her curls.
In the depths of her soul, I seek to reside,
Where love’s ember burns, an eternal guide.
So let us journey, hand in hand, unfurled,
Pleasuring her in every corner of her world.
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