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Love with passionWhen you walk into the room I am paralyzed, There's a hypnotic look in your eyes. You lean over with your hands on my legs, inching your way up my thighs. You look at me with a burning desire, you come taste my glossy lips. Your hands trace my every curve, gently caressing with your soft fingertips. The sweat of your body covers me, we become one in ecstasy all night. You make love to me until morning, when the sun rises and casts down it's light. You lay molded against my back, your arms around your loving wife. I will make love to you always and forever, and express my love as I give you my life. Kelley Marie Quinn Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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