My Mate
I feel him now,he's so close to me...
The pressures building,My bloods rising,
boiling through my body.
He's right outside,his need is burning me...
The heat floods me,Flowing through my every part,
Preparing me for his touch.
His hand strokes my hair,my body becomes alive...
I want this connection,This passionate yearning,
The pleasure pain of our joining.
He slides his teeth over my skin,searching for the spot...
Fiercly biting into my thigh,I begin to float away,
sinking in a sea of pain that my body always craves.
Copyright © Rachel Mygatt | Year Posted 2005
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