The Fire
No matter where I am,
There you are, sensuous you.
Behind me, when I wash dishes, your arms around me.
Steaming manliness against me~
Each morning you kiss my neck...
I kiss your hands with ultimate tenderness
And breathless,gracefulness..
My life~ in the ocean of your love.
S'agapo para poli,
Panagiota
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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