She held him close to her finery,
Her breath on his face was soft and slow
But her heart was racing into his ear aptly placed.
Her mind was solely on his form,
The most on her, the rest Stretched out in front.
She inhaled his perfume, stroked his hair, smooth his clothes
Spoke soft words of appreciation and care for him
Kindness and deep-rooted want
Like finding something rare
Like rubbing a magic lamp.