I hear the jangle of the gear
being thrown to the parlor floor
the dusty clomp of boots
that echo up the stairs
swing of the polished bedroom door
to find me ready there
I feel the tingle through my body
hands that raise me slightly
muscled arms surround me gently
the warmth of a body drawn to my own
I breathe the scent that makes me crazy
open my eyes and make us one
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