Love In the Making
Softly caressing her neck,
With each simple sweet peck.
Hearing her every moan,
Turning me on with each groan.
Moving on down to the rest
Ever tasting her tender breast.
Setting us on a raging fire,
Pleasing her deepest desire.
Fueling our burning senses
With this mixing of the sexes.
Passionate love in the making.
Always ours for the taking.
Copyright © Mark Mason | Year Posted 2015
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