Turn me on touch
Her turn me on touch woke me up around
Three, I stirred and she kissed me, she'd
Had a bad dream. My lips brushed her
Shoulder, her neck and her throat, she
Whispered 'I love you,' I whispered 'I know'
Her turn me on touch someone's restless
Tonight, I stirred and I held her, she snuggled
Up tight. Her love rippled through me, her
Softness enticed, she whispered 'I love you'
I whispered 'that's nice'
Her turn me on touch I'm a slave for her
Love, she hits me with kisses, one's never
Enough. I stirred and I turned I slipped into
Her arms, she whispered 'do you want to?'
I whispered 'not half'
© Joseph G Dawson
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