When I hold you I wish someday I'd see, the sparkle in your eyes. The glint that I feel is there, I'd feel like I could fly. But knowing once on the ground, more I'd want I know. Then to touch your soft, smooth skin, that's the part that I miss so. And after that, but that would take a while, holding you in my arms. My holding you in my embrace, while remembering your charms. Then the part about after that, my lips I'd touch to yours. And hope the sayings true I�ve heard, when it rains it pours. For the taste of your sweet lips, is more than I could stand. My heart would beat so loudly, I'd be heard across the land. So all we've really done so far, is kiss and hold each other tight. Maybe a whisper in your ear, and a nibble or two I might. While I had my arms around you, our kisses growing fonder. I moved and changed a little bit, our kisses lasting longer. I could not find a place to hold you, I wasn't satisfied. Each place I held you was as good as the last, so much I nearly cried. WE held and embraced, kissed and hugged, we couldn't seem to get enough, My mind was in a whirlwind, Stopping!!!...certainly tough. The things a man thinks about, a woman when she passes. Never even entered my mind, not even little flashes. I was content right where I was, as I held you even closer. The smell of your hair, your sweet perfume, I the knave, you the sourcer. Your moistened lips, your tender skin, soft kisses I adored. I felt myself floating, high above the carpeted floor. Two gentlemen standing close, nearby, to the other, one had said. "I think we've seen all we're gonna see, I think I'll head on to bed" And so they left us standing there, was there one or two of us? I was busy finding out, as my tongue took her pulse. The Masked Writer <-.-> sighhss � 2001 T Lovett |