Hands
His lips on my lips
I feel excited
His hands in my hair
I feel wanted
His hands on my hips
I feel wild
His hands creep lower
I feel dangerous
His hands creep forward
I feel nervous
My hands move his hands
I feel in control
I give him a smile and a kiss
Now he knows
that I am
Copyright © Chamonique Knowles | Year Posted 2010
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