I ****** the idea, of your lips and hips against my own
Your tall slender frame covering me,
The tips of you soft brown hair brushing against my skin
And the tip of your tongue as it parts my lips
And we kiss
You brushed my hair away, held me through the night
Long slim fingers stroking and caressing
The softest lips breaking away to kiss my neck
Right there…
Your breath on my skin, hands firmly on my hips
And those eyes of yours; that unique shade of brown;
They tell me everything I love about you
The tip of your tongue parting my lips
As we kiss,
Breaking the kiss, moving the softest of lips
With the faintest sound of your loving,
Words only for me to hear
Mon amour, Je t’aime
Lips and hips and the tip of your tongue
Parting my lips
As we kiss
You brushed my hair away, held me through the night
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
I ****** the idea, of your lips and hips against my own
Your tall slender frame covering me,
The tips of you soft brown hair brushing against my skin
And the tip of your tongue as it parts my lips
And we kiss
You brushed my hair away, held me through the night
Long slim fingers stroking and caressing
The softest lips breaking away to kiss my neck
Right there…
Your breath on my skin, hands firmly on my hips
And those eyes of yours; that unique shade of brown;
They tell me everything I love about you
The tip of your tongue parting my lips
As we kiss,
Breaking the kiss, moving the softest of lips
With the faintest sound of your loving,
Words only for me to hear
Mon amour, Je t’aime
Lips and hips and the tip of your tongue
Parting my lips
As we kiss
You brushed my hair away, held me through the night
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