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Being sensitive
to myself
I began hearing
stirrings of
desire deep
that had been buried
long back.
My senses woke up
- delicate touch
-soft fragrance
- rhythmic breathing
- shapely curves
and lingering tastes.
Just to be
with the sensation
took me to another world
of my own
full of ecstasy
and yet of nothing
by nothing
for just being
sensuous.
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