Libra Lady
A poem of desire
What is it about you that draws me in? Is it your beauty, body, or something else within? The air of you is my intoxication, Libra Lady, I want you bad and not just in fornication. Your eyes, your smile, they take me to new heights. How I crave your touch and to feel your warmth on the coldest of nights. Your breasts, those thighs, your curves, your scent, it makes me crave you, lover. Oh my God, can it be? I think I migh...