Running my fingers
Through your too long hair.
Finding out you don't care how much
I want to touch you, that's rare.
Sliding along, every inch of your smooth skin
Mouth tingling, thinking, not knowing where to begin
Being touched, from head to toe
Licking my lips, wondering where you'll go
Staring into your eyes, knowing there's nothing between us
Leaning back moaning, feeling all the love and lust
Knowing that all you want is me too
That's my freedom, simply having you.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Running my fingers
Through your too long hair.
Finding out you don't care how much
I want to touch you, that's rare.
Sliding along, every inch of your smooth skin
Mouth tingling, thinking, not knowing where to begin
Being touched, from head to toe
Licking my lips, wondering where you'll go
Staring into your eyes, knowing there's nothing between us
Leaning back moaning, feeling all the love and lust
Knowing that all you want is me too
That's my freedom, simply having you.
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