A Sweet Love
The first touch,
soft gentle hands,
those smooth lips,
slowly gliding against my glands,
tips of the fingers,
caressing my sides,
hot romantic thoughts,
that begin to race,
slide up,
from ankles to thighs,
kissing that sweet spot,
as I close my eyes,
from thighs to breasts,
kissing every inch up,
stopping at the nipples,
to give the,
a bit of a suck,
caressing them tenderly,
while massaging the rest,
just for your body to feel,
as if your in thin air,
steam and sweat,
mixing as one,
just that you will do anything,
and everything,
for that special someone....
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