The curve of your breast
Beneath your dress,
Your delicate fingers
That caress and bless;
Your moist lips
Wetted by your darting tongue;
These are the sights
That wish me young
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The curve of your breast Beneath your dress, Your delicate fingers That caress and bless; Your moist lips Wetted by your darting tongue; These are the sights That wish me young