Masculinity
Quietly we stand so close to touch but feels like miles beyond infinity,Your lips melt innocence into a fern of masculinity.
Fingertips created to leave an imprint on skin identified as sensual,
Masculinity bottled into fragrance so incredible.
A silhouette so God made its hard to define,
Chemistry so right it makes time stop to cry.
Softly we lay back in the clouds intoxicated over each other's high,
Such a feeling is hard to describe.
The masculinity one carries flies me into the clouds of a dream,
Body, soul, and mind all wild and free when touched by your masculinity.
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