It should come as no surprise
I find you most curious;
the wry curl of your lips,
chocolate brown of your eyes,
little about you is spurious
and you found me in your grips.
Coyly you cast your spell
refusing my handhold grasp,
toying, refusing my escape
and all this you did so well
until I drew you into my clasp
to discover your neck's nape.
Little was needed beyond this,
your wonder was my delight,
your happiness my food, my dreams
from our first, tentative kiss,
to embraces racing into night,
ours the joy of love's extremes.
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