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Caressing my hips those hands, I can’t forget
My lips, so moist to the sound of his voice
The love I crave inside is creeping up my thighs
Reminiscing thoughts as i indulge in his stride.
Sudden anticipation, lust takes over, tears began to fall,
This can’t be real; my body gives in, my mind screams, NO
Only if I could wait, see were this goes, what future does this hold
Only passion. Love I seek, your kiss I’m weak.
A closer look, reading in between intertwined lines, of lies adjusted by sound ,enlightened by sun, surrounded by darkness,
Caressing my hips those hands I can’t forget
my lips, So moist to the sound of your voice.
Immersed into love, I submit to passion, but yet only
Mentally, physically I am absent.
Reminiscing, Randomly.
