Fantasy
As he slowly strokes her body with his such loving hands, his lips gradually so
gently move from her lips down to her neck. As his lips move down to her
stomach his hands slowly caress her thighs on down. The hundred of rose
petals that lie on the bed cling to there wet unclothed bodies. As the scented wax
slowly melts around them, and the sweet smell of vanilla spreads around the
room. The love that was made follows with three words that she has spoken but
never was returned, slowly emerges in her ear from his soft flower petal lips, her
heart sinks down to her stomach never knowing when this moment would ever
come, it has and she loves it, this moment she would want to last forever.
Waking up in realization that it's all but a fantasy
Copyright © Sharlene Wyatt | Year Posted 2005
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