He's In My Blood
I want to reach out to touch him
Feel his skin on my skin
Burning me,loving me
In the aftermath of the tide
That washes over me
I need to hold him so close
That we are one person
Eyes wide open
Tasting tender lips
Breath upon breath
I smell his cologne on my skin
Feel my fingertips on his thigh
His words sweeten the air
As he murmurs delicious
Heat into my ear
He caresses my soul
Palpitates my heart
Like a tiny frail bird
In his hands
His touch is a feather
He is the missing piece indeed
That completes the puzzle of me
He reads my mind as he stuns
With his fiery touch
I welcome his heat and match it
With my own unfettered passion
Long after we have spent our love
I lie in his embrace and know
His blood's in my blood
Coursing through me
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Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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