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Melt










I feel your fingers caress me
Tracing every valley and peak
So softly, I hold my breath
Surrendering to this teasing onslaught
My senses take delight

Barely brushing, so soft, so fleeting
My skin tingles and aches..
Eager to know your touch better
Begging in whimpers, let it linger there
I am at your mercy

With each path that you travel
You show me the beauty I doubted
Painting every curve with love
Teaching me to embrace the woman I am
With but a touch, I melt for you

~THE FLOWING PEN~
8-11-08



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