I want to drink the coolness of her words,

  To bathe in her accent, sweet as a bird's,

  Immersed in symbols, in shadows that gleam,

  In this poetic tapestry, melding life and dream.

  I want to breathe the scent of nature's might,

  As the sun’s golden light embraces me.

  I want to speak in the tongue of her poetry,

  Love is like a winter's chill, enchanting and free.

  I want to hear her voice, sweet and alluring,

  An accent that dances, so gently assuring.

  I want this imagery of desire, a craving so deep,

  In the depths of my soul, forever to keep.

  I want us to embark on this grand adventure,

  Hearts aflame, seeking solace and rapture.

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  I want to breathe the same air as she,

  To be the one her eyes long to see.

  I want to be where time stands still,

  In a foreign land, desires to fulfill.

  I want to be the ghost that haunts her nights,

  A whisper in the wind, casting enchanting lights.

  I want to feel the heat of her presence,

  As she weaves spells with forbidden essence.

  I want to cherish the touch, feel her soul,

  Igniting the flames of desire to make us whole.

  I want to decipher the secrets she conceals,

  Dive into the mysteries her nature reveals.

  In a solid villa, she resides,

  A foreign beauty with frost-kissed eyes.

  I want to be captivated by her flowing grace, heaven-sent.

  I want my love for her to subdue,

  To hold her hand, feel her touch so true.

  I want to hear her laughter, like bells in the wind,

  Melting my soul, a warmth from within.

  I want to bask in the glow of her ethereal smile,

  To drink in her soul, if only for a while.

  I want to hear her voice again, in that accent, saying my name.

  I want to see her smile beneath the starry sky; our fantasy bloom.

  I want to hold her in silence, dispelling the gloom.

  I want to taste her lips, sweet and soft; our taboo kiss begins, breaking boundaries aloft.

  But I know I can't have her, not really; she belongs to another, a life so steady.

  I want to forget her, to let her go,

  Yet her aroma lingers like wildflowers in the fae’s glow.

  The air carries the scent of forbidden desire; I want to taste the honey dripping from her lips, feeding the fire.

  I want to linger where her accent weaves,

  Surrender to this sweet, ethereal chase.

  I want to settle in her femininity's grace,

  In the fabric of passion, our hearts interweave.