The Pleasure

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Dark was the night, for candles were our light.
All garments on the floor,
Soft music was our choice.

Champagne on ice.
No cellular phone,
Nah hah
No electronic device.
We had no means for communication at least not for one night.

His face I could hardly see, but at such moment that didn't matter to me.

His touch made me anxious
I needed to feel more.
And just like dancing to a song..Our bodies lie together engaged in great pleasure.

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