Midnight Heat
My fingers crawl from your toes to your knees...
Followed by sweet kisses, but not an angel you see...
My fingertips dance like ivory on a piano...
Staying in tune with each motion as your
goose bumps grow....
Your eyes follow my each move for this play has
more acts...
The silk sheets are gliding off to free your lower back...
Entwined in passion, this ceiling fan can't cool....
The steam rises as the ice cubes melt in this hot pool....
Our bed is a ring with the bed posts as our corners....
So now we lay and sleep till the bell says its morning....
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