Cold night, Warm bed, crisp sheets and wooly socks, Knees curled meeting my knees in perfect bends, Rubbing feet together, My arm flung over your waist, pulling you into my belly, Your bottom and my pelvis meet, I smell your neck, kiss your shoulder and ear, whispering and breathing softness, My hand makes its way and finds your pleasure, Stroking slowly, I feel your back tense, ...Read On
Added: 05 Dec 2010 | Category: Love Poems |
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