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As His touch brings her alive,
sends butterflies
to swirl and dance
in her bare belly,
she gazes with awe
into eyes
dark
with understanding,
wondering how
He can see so clearly
into her soul,
know
the longings, cravings
which go unanswered
unfulfilled.
Her dreams
become reality
when His warmth
enfolds her
offering so much
that she has been missing.
When He fills her with His heat,
rains come
searing, soaking
soothing
freed by her submission
to His yearnings and desires.
His dominance
a sculptor’s pick
chipping away
fears and oppressions
releasing
the woman
she was meant to be.
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