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| Making Love You hold me here in this place alone in the dark we touch. I can feel your heart beating... or is it mine? Your hands reach out to me.. and I feel their roughness. I reach out and feel the warmth of your skin.. the strength of your body... the tenderness of your soul. You take me to a place where mere words cannot reach.. and you hold me there. I'm lost in you. Drowning in my own feelings. We remain in this place endlessly.. floating on this tide. Then... slowly.. touch down. and you leave me... content... and wanting no more. |
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