Dear Lover
You massage me, and I relax;
A touch of your hand, so smooth;
You caress me, and I climax;
A sweet tenderness, so sooth.
As my hands up on your hips;
You kiss my lips;
And take my breath away;
A feeling I desire every day.
Oh honey, oh beau;
Intoxicating is your eau;
Oh darling, oh knight;
Let this be your night.
As I bring myself to thee;
Your pleasure is my glee;
This ecstatic act is my feat;
For who swept me off my feet.
Copyright © Safari Bizenga | Year Posted 2009
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