The pleasure of looking
And knowing not to touch
Feels me with the greatest desire
I have ever known

Here we pose-

Me on the red linened bed
You, the carpeted floor
We know not to smile

Break the silence, darling.
Let your voice be that electric caress
Speak of the moon and even the stars
I need not feel your heart to know it beats.

Only hear the blood pumping through.

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