time lost all meaning,
as I entered your room
i was taken away,
by the smell of your perfume
the look on your face,
was of come hither
i could not have left that place,
  if I wanted to.

whispers are sexy,
but the sound of your voice,
has a senuality of it's own

the dark can be inviting,
but with it,
is lost the vision of your form 

when we lie face to face,
before we embrace,
i am as God,
the moment before,
the creation of the world.

it is you I adore
you are my life,
my purpose,
my religion,
and more

A life without you,
would be poor

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for the most part, I like it; I think it needs less punctuation and more
visual formating.  just an IMO sort of deal.

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