Pleasure begins with you...
All alone, my thoughts wander Your words, your touch The last time we were together My hands, minds of their own Retrace the path Your hands had traveled Caressing, softly along my body A sigh escapes You appear behind my closed eyes My hands, molding, cupping, dipping Pleasure races through My only thoughts on you My breath, catches and holds Thighs clenched I remember your body pressed...Read On
Added: 30 Dec 2009 | Category: Love Poems |
Avg Score: 4.4 |
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