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As I approach the bed,
Soft whiffs of her scent collect.
Her eyes attest a certain innocence.
Who was I to permit such permanence?

She shivers slightly as I follow her thighs,
to the curves in her mid; that look in her eyes.
Something felt, perhaps, compromising this demise.
Exhilarating, excitement, enticing, enlightenment.

I ease myself down,
to kiss her soft lips.
Her body, giving in.
To the tempestuous sweet bliss.