Her scent rung his senses
In gentle whiffs, of her exhale
Tickling his curls, as her cheeks brushed
As her ears heard, his heart pound away
Her tresses gently kissed
Covering his face, as their tastes exchanged
Her gentle hands, held his deep black mane
While in his she melted, giving way
At a pause, their eyes engaged
Hers in shimmering shy, His ablaze
They blinked few, as each stared through
The tendrils of their soul at play
When her sweat, from brow and chin
Splashed in his eye between blinks
He chose to stare, and whispered sweet
She arched over, to kiss and stay
Neither her, no he chose to move
While the sun rose, lit the rooms
She and he lay bare, entwined
That mid summer noon of May
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