Thursday, June 30, 2011


Longing for the gentle touch of your finger tips against my thighs,
The sweet caress of your lips lightly kissing my breasts;
Then the hungry licks as you travel down to my most intimate,
Tasting my desire for your love, sending shivers up my spine
And making me moan as I move my hips in anticipation,
Craving penetration.  I need you to love me
Until the morning light illuminates the room
And we collapse in pleasure in each others arms.  

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