Unsure
IT STARTED WITH A TOUCH,
A FEELING OF PASSION AND DESIRE,
WANTING AND NEEDING HIM,
PULLING HIM CLOSER AND CLOSER,
TO KISS HIS LUCIOUS LIPS,
WHILE I'M FEELING UNSURE AND INCOMPLETE,
HE ASK FOR MY PERMISSION TO MAKE LOVE TO ME ONCE MORE
Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2013
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