Touching me with delicate ribbons.
Wrapped in the whisperings of my soul.
Wandering into her forest where beauty lies waiting.
Unraveling her secret desires.
Dancing between rapture and euphoria.
Blending brilliant colors for my tapestry.
Transporting my essence to a place never felt before.
I have drunk the wine of ecstasy.
Tenderly caressing this memory is embedded in my soul.
I have ascended the golden stairs of utopia.
Leaving me to sleep on a bed of roses.

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