Making Love
The feel of your hand
As you stroke my thigh
You make me feel faint
My heart starts to pulse
And I want to fall.
Your hand comes up
And you touch me
In that warm place.
I yearn for you.
I need you
To love me
‘Til the dawn
All night
Love me
Please.
Copyright © Ashley Plimpton | Year Posted 2008
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