My Darling
Your fingertips
The Slightest touch
My skin rippling
Goose bumps arise
Like prickly pears
Give way to Sizzling fire
A Desperate ache
A Primitive desire
My Neck becomes
A Bountiful harvest
Taste of Sweet
Nectar
I Lay in wait
Begging you
Blowing breath
Your tongue
Tingling of heat
My Body
An Hourglass
Full of Voluptuous curves
My Gentle bosom
Soft as silk
Electrifying splendor
Blood pulsating
Taught and tight
Hypnotizing ecstasy
Your Body
Pleading me
By Perfect design
My delight
Our Madness penetrates
A Primitive union
A Fevered passion
A Quaking pleasure
Warm glow surrounds us
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
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