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May 2010
I want to feel your heat
your body against mine
our lips pressed tight
my fingers in your hair
moaning our need, desire
Run my hands down
marking the edges of you
the curves of your belly
swaying line of your hips
the fullness of your thighs
pressing my lips to your knees
kissing up your thighs
and where they meet
the furnace of our desire
our bodies join we are one
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Written by
Michael Acosta
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   Dakota Schmidt
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