This is how I feel about my love.
I think of you glistening, wet, standing in the shower like Boticelli’s Venus And as I think of you my eyes close and I feel my hands on your body Sliding up from your beautiful hips until they cup your magnificent breasts. I can feel your nipples harden as I brush them with my fingertips, Pushing out in desperate urgency as if I might forget them otherwise. I...Read On
Added: 06 Jul 2008 | Category: Love Poems |
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