| I feel you breath upon my neck, your kisses on my skin, Your hands caress my body and I feel a fire begin. Your touch is soft and tender, your kisses slow and sweet I am filled with such desire as I feel our bodies meet. Our breath is hot and heavy, Our love runs wild again, You pull me close and whisper soft as I take you within. I have you moving with me, our hearts they beat the same, and then we lie together as we finish this love game. |
| Passion |
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| By Karla W. Pritchett |
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