Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Convalescence

Softly I touch my lips to your skin
Gently I glide my fingers over your chest
Exploring every inch of your body
I will try to please you with my best

Can you smell the perfume of my want?
Can you taste my every desire?
I ache for your touch, I want you
You have me burning with this fire

Softly my lips part your lips
My tongue will dance with yours
I know this want, this ache inside me
It's our love that I'm craving for

My fingers play upon your chest
Teasing you with my softest of touch
I know you want me as much as I do you
I hear you tell me you love me so much

I quake whenever you touch me
I shiver and desire you very essence
Whenever we move together as one
Our souls will be our convalescence

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