| We Both Get Touchy Making Love I watched the firelight in her eyes as the flames rose and fell. The love I saw in the reflection and the stories it could tell. Her body soft and smooth like whipped butter cream. The hazy look and with her smile told me of her dream. The tiny shock ran through me as she touched my hand. Not electric static but my hearts promised land. I had pledged my heart and soul to this lovely maiden. And the memories of her and I in my mind were heavy laden The sweet voice and dreamy eyes the tenderness of her lips. I took the dew drops from them as I felt her hands on my hips She pulled me close as I did with her, our bodies met in flames. We whispered in each other ear as we spoke each others names. The joy of love and passionate kisses can not be described. I can only come so close on these pages you subscribed. The yearning in my heart for her, my burning of desire. Making love�s not everything, just holding her lights my fire. I love the snuggling and caresses, our tender moments together. On the couch or in front of the fire and especially colder weather. Warm and cuddling in under a blanket, our hands explore each other. I cover her in kisses, even in places I won�t mention, all under the cover. Other times it�s just a touch, romantic feeling that we have. Other times it�s the two of us, in the shower or the bath. It never really matters where it is or what the time. Our clock is within us, and anywhere is fine. The Masked Writer <-.-> sighsss � 2002 T Lovett |