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Infatuation

Your every move, a symphony of desire;
The sway of your hips entrances me.
The shape of your lips, like a perfect bow,
Draws me in with each seductive whisper.

The way you walk, so confident and free,
It makes my heart race in anticipation.
Every moment spent in your presence,
Is a sweet torture I can’t seem to shake off.

Oh, how I long for the taste of your kiss;
For the feeling of being lost in your embrace.
My infatuation grows stronger with each passing day,
As I surrender myself to this intoxicating dance.