Closer
You think I’m not so close enough,
That I can’t grab your hand,
Or run my fingers through your hair,
Of golden silky sand…
In the morning you wake,
All covered in your bed,
With just panties and a t-shirt that,
I remove so slow instead…
So you think its just a chilling breeze,
You are trying to cover from,
But its just me coming thru the trees,
Bringing you much more than sun…
As I gently dance beneath your sheets,
And I warm you from within,
You cant help it but you spread your feet,
So the love can come right in…
As your body raises in the air,
I surround you once again,
In a climax you call out my name,
As the teardrops cool your skin...
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