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We lied with limbs intertwined

In the most intimate design,

And it all felt kind of right

As we moved in unified fashion.



I was captivated by his kiss,

When mutters escaped my lips

As my entire body shuddered

Under the friction of our passion.



Then as his fingers brushed me,

His gentle whispers hushed me;

A chorus of whimpers silenced

Beneath the sheets of affection.



It was then as his eyes adored me

And as his hands explored me,

I discovered a feeling so new:

I think it was...perfection.

Rewrite 2012

We lied with limbs intertwined
in the most intimate design,
and it all felt kind of right
as we moved in unified fashion.

I was captivated by his kiss,
when mutters escaped my lips
as my entire body shuddered
under the friction of our passion.

Then as his fingers brushed me,
his gentle whispers hushed me;
a chorus of whimpers silenced
beneath the sheets of affection.

It was then as his eyes adored me
and as his hands explored me,
I discovered a feeling so new:
I think it was...perfection.