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Dressed in satin red
The gown; strapless
Him in black suit
Looking delightfully cute
He hold her firmly
His hand cupped in hers
With the other
Caressing her back
As they dance
On the wooden deck; creaks.
Under the moonlit spotlight
And a blanket of velvet shimmer
That covers them
Till dawn
Sensuality all drawn
And then he kissed her
With such immensity that drove her insane
Her mouth gaped open; the way he felt her pain
It was perfection that lasted only for seconds.
How he held her, her weight evaporating beneath his skin
He sucked her dry, kissed her down to her chin.
She fit into him like hand to glove
What could it be, if not love?