When words no longer remains in poetry,
alone it can transcribe the distance,
whatever I feel to dream of your touch
to transmit the soul intact to zeal nagging.
So when my eyes watching you in silence,
don't tell anything but lose self in memories,
the hidden fantasy desires in wildest you
burning my blood to create abstinence.
Nobody ever awaken my senses as your touch
not being able to shake in your embracing arms,
not being able to lustily cover your hands,
in borders of my love to protect you for shelter.
When the breath comes short to be satin,
few whispers while silk verging your breasts
to caress you generously from top to down.
Honorable winner
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