Makes Love To Me
by looking me in my eyes with an amazed stare ,stroking my hair lightly as he rubs his hand
across my cheek, moving closely slowly until are lips are almost touching, he looks down at
my chest to see that its heavily moving. that one finger is now going across my spine as he
whispers lightly I 'm glad your mine. Starting with a small peck on my forehead now he is at
my feet, not missing an inch of my body now i'm feeling week. now i'm rolled over and the
song is on repeat. with my clothes never leaving my skin this love making wins. this is what i
call making love to me.
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