Emily · Jun 17, 2010
Skin

I love the way your skin feels on mine.
when it is pressed against my back.

I love the way your hands feel,
when they slip around my waist.

I love the way your lips feel,
when they caress my neck and shoulder.

I love the way your teeth feel,
when they drag across my skin.

I love the way my body feels,
when your touches set my skin on fire.

I love the way your body feels,
when you move between my legs
and kiss my fevered skin.

I love the way you hold me close,
when you are heading towards blissful release
and your lips seek mine with great fervor.

I love the way you hold me after,
when you are spent from passion.

I love that  you never seem to get too close,
even when you are hurting.

I think I may love you?

 
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