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My Baby Is A Toe Curler
I wait for the night when he enters my dreams.
Nearly can't breathe with desire so deep.
Marking the hours forever it seems.
If he can't make it home I might just weep.
Donning my silkiest cloth I get ready.
I slip into bed and await his return.
Imagined pleasures make my brow sweaty.
Hugging my pillow I feel the burn.
Somewhere in the night I feel his touch.
His body hot right next to mine.
He lets me know he's missed me so much
without uttering a single line.
As our passion rises I lose control.
There's no stopping now, it's been so long.
We're body to body and soul to soul.
This feeling's so right it can't be wrong.
He rocks my world and curls my toes!
And I'll do my best to bring him pleasure.
We'll sail on through the highs and lows.
Passionate days and nights we treasure.
written Feb. 27th,2015
for the contest "Hotsy Totsy"
sponsored by Rachel Firmin