Those feelings tend to show
And somehow before you know
There are shirts on the floor
And a lock on the door
Those hands run down your leg
Forcing you to turn and beg
Lips meet in a passionate moment
Sharp breathing and knees bent
A sudden gasp and sigh
As a hand rests on his thigh
Fingertips find familiar curves
Minds race through the hot nerves
Feeling him push next to you
Every thought of what you'll do
Everything becomes so close
He's what you want most
And then one final kiss
Now we crave,
that touch you'll miss
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Those feelings tend to show
And somehow before you know
There are shirts on the floor
And a lock on the door
Those hands run down your leg
Forcing you to turn and beg
Lips meet in a passionate moment
Sharp breathing and knees bent
A sudden gasp and sigh
As a hand rests on his thigh
Fingertips find familiar curves
Minds race through the hot nerves
Feeling him push next to you
Every thought of what you'll do
Everything becomes so close
He's what you want most
And then one final kiss
Now we crave,
that touch you'll miss
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