| Sweet Melding of Love When I make love to you tonight, it�s because I love you. Not some sexual hormone wild, I just need your touch. Too see your beauty with my hands and fingers in the night. To taste your lips of honey, that I love to kiss so much. A slight breeze blows the curtains letting out side in. The moon cast its shadow across our feather bed. Once your hair was black then red, another it was brown Now I see reflected gold from the locks on your head. The creamy flesh my fingers run makes my heart beat fast. My hand slides across your skin to places unforbiden. So warm and silky like an angels web my touch left a trail. I felt your body responding from the zone I had stricken. Breathing now in tortured gasps our bodies meld as one. Rapid are our heartbeats as our minds blend together. It only took a whispered breath to start the fire within. We�ve broken the bounds of earth now and floating like a feather. There�s no turning back now it�s a must be situation. Hearts pumping as blood boils, the dire needed fulfillment. Rapid pace and bodies wet, both dripping profusely. Then the volcanic culmination, our energy not yet spent. A death like throe and a final gasp, the quiver now fulfilled. Now�s the time for the tender kisses we tried to do before. Saline flavored sweet surprise never tasted better. Lips crushed as we locked together, from the love I adore. The Masked Writer <-.-> awwww sigh � 2002 T Lovett |