Loves Grip
With a whispering sigh,
I feel your kiss caress my lips
My heart begins to race,
as I place my hands on your hips
Longingly my body craves,
the gentle touching of your fingertips
Touch me here, touch me there,
Moaning softly I feel your hands begin to slip
Across my neck and down my back,
Enjoying the frenzy as our clothes rip
Onto the bed we slowly lay,
You the ocean, and I the ship
Beads of passion cascade,
As we are joined together on this climactic trip
Our quickened hearts both beat as one,
Infused together in loves most fierce grip
an arousingly poetic collab with the one and only Dan Kearley ;)) 6/16/12
Copyright © Germaine Elliott | Year Posted 2012
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