Dec 2013
As you're mind starts to race. You close your eyes to see a face.
Is it I you wish to embrace or do you take yourself to another place.
Gently you run your fingers across my skin. With each inch it begins. Holding back like it's a sin. Still you trace my body like your finger is a pen. Across the rim as you go within. I am ready to feel all of you then. So closer I pull you and you dive right in. Now together we breathe deeper as our juices blend.
It's like a love story but it is only pretend. Your eyes open and the dream flies away in the end.
Wrote by Brooke Diana Smith December 2013
Opening your eyes is always the end it seems
Is it I you wish to embrace or do you take yourself to another place.
Gently you run your fingers across my skin. With each inch it begins. Holding back like it's a sin. Still you trace my body like your finger is a pen. Across the rim as you go within. I am ready to feel all of you then. So closer I pull you and you dive right in. Now together we breathe deeper as our juices blend.
It's like a love story but it is only pretend. Your eyes open and the dream flies away in the end.
Wrote by Brooke Diana Smith December 2013
Opening your eyes is always the end it seems
