Our Time
Finally our time has come,
We slowly start becoming one,
The rose pedals piled on the bed,
Will cushion as you lay your head...
Tugging on your lingerie,
Struggling which words to say,
That will touch or calm you down,
As I pull it half way down...
Starting with the softest kiss,
While I gently pin each wrist,
And softly blow aside your hair,
So I can fall inside your stare...
Touching you in every place,
So much you have to turn your face,
While everything below your hips,
Start trembling beneath my lips...
Locking me between your knees,
And stopping right before you squeeze,
So the climax won’t portend,
What you want me to start again...
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