The Bliss of Love
Softly you speak
And my senses come alive,
I feel my heart race
As I look into your eyes,
Your impish smile
Tells me all I need to know
And as we embrace,
Your face begins to glow.
Put on that music
You like so very much
And tell me again
How you enjoy my touch,
For it gives me great pleasure
To pleasure you,
So let us indulge one another
With passion’s cue.
Copyright © Michael Donnelly | Year Posted 2007
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