What need have I of wine when your soft flesh
Makes drunken wings my soul? Oh, your soft flesh!
I love the way the darkness hides within
The folds, curves, dimples, creased in your soft flesh.
Yes, dance, each rise of shirt or dress or hair –
Make my eyes drink the wine of your soft flesh.
My fingers wish to stroke and dance across
Your back and bottom, thighs, touch your soft flesh.
Beloved, bodied soul of life and love,
Belong to Troy, embraced in your soft flesh.
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