Her body aches for him nightly,
The moonlight shows her writhe,
She tries to make believe,
His mouth caressing both her thighs,
Her fingers gently stroking,
The void she needs to fill,
Her back is arched, her moans
entice her fluid to overspill,
Her vision of her soulmate,
Is tender, warm and sweet,
But passion takes them over, when
she visits and they meet,
Her body aches for him nightly,
The moonlight brings them close,
She waits for him to haunt her dreams,
And love her, head to toe.
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 5:41 AM UTC
Her body aches for him nightly,
The moonlight shows her writhe,
She tries to make believe,
His mouth caressing both her thighs,
Her fingers gently stroking,
The void she needs to fill,
Her back is arched, her moans
entice her fluid to overspill,
Her vision of her soulmate,
Is tender, warm and sweet,
But passion takes them over, when
she visits and they meet,
Her body aches for him nightly,
The moonlight brings them close,
She waits for him to haunt her dreams,
And love her, head to toe.
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