I gently stroke your belly's curve,
My palm a whisper, soft and low,
Your lips, a parted, sweet reserve,
As passion's tide begins to flow.
Your hand, a seeker, finds its prize,
Awakened now from slumber's deep,
And in your lover's knowing eyes,
A vibrant, pulsing promise leaps.
It trembles, yearning to be played,
A melody of pure desire,
Like arrows, eager, unafraid,
To pierce the heart with burning fire.
So touch it now, with tender grace,
And draw forth passion's sweetest sound,
This exquisite, consuming chase,
Where ecstasy is to be found.
Let music rise, a fervent plea,
The grand crescendo, bold and bright,
Unfurl the rose for all to see,
And I shall sing with all my might!
Duo
© Copyright: Святослав Соловьев, 2026
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