That Special Kind of Cuddling
That special kind of cuddling,
A wonder to perceive;
It's a feeling, I'll admit,
That I don't want to leave.
It puts me under your eclipse
And sends me to the floor;
It makes me want to bite my lips
Yet make me scream for more.
Letting all your sweet aroma
Set me in a trance,
And make me want to further roam
Away into your hands.
Holding you so close to me,
And staring in your eyes,
There's no place I'd rather be
Below these starry skies.
That special kind of cuddling,
A wonder to perceive;
It's a feeling, I'll admit,
That you'll not want to leave.
Copyright © Brenden Taylor | Year Posted 2009
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