The art of seduction is as delicate as a feather,
But as uncertain as the weather.
Sometimes, it's the eye that longs for affection.
Sometimes, it's the body that wants attention.
It may come from the gentlest touch,
That ignites the flame.
Or the desire for one's soul.
Either way, it's a strong game.
The master of the game,
Knows how to please.
Making moments last longer like a contagious disease.
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PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
