Your embrace,disarming.

Your laughter, lifting.

Your hips, climatic.

 

Your talking, inviting.

Your listening, surprising.

Your walking, charming.

 

You are all of the above.

And I am yours and you, mine. If I may say so.

Without pretending to own you.

 

Am I lucky or what?

 

Ernesto Onofre

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