Silent and silken
Your image encases
My mind and my senses
Relentlessly chases
My conscience, as sensually
Patterns unspoken,
Your presence caresses,
Inviting a token
I cast off convention
And, wilfully wayward
I welcome sensation.
Surrender is savoured.
To follow my freedom
With captive emotion,
Re-living the pleasure
Of new-found devotion.
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