Making Love
Words are foreign… for this feeling …
Touch is everything at this moment…
Your body tells me everything…
You seem to know exactly what I need…
I am consumed with your love…
Your eyes put me in a trance…
Breathing is difficult…
I am in a place unknown…
Terrified and anticipation is all I feel…
For every touch my body screams for more…
For every look my heart longs for what’s to come…
For every unspoken word makes us one…
Virginia Jackson
Copyright © Virginia Jackson | Year Posted 2007
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