Thursday, October 20, 2016




When You Touch Me

I Lay here and dream of you 
Touching me through 
The silk and perfume
Musk and honey suckle 
Dew drops and rain
Fragrance of you and me 
Fills my senses, 
Intoxicates my brain
Each caress, a soft brush of desire 
My lips are parted 
Moist and willing
To feel your passion fill me within
I see your face 
Your smile. Your eyes.
The twinkle with a naughty rise
I bite my lip 
Just slightly swollen 
I want that kiss not bought or stolen

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