The butterflies warm my insides just by the sight of him,
My dreams are of him caressing me,
Feather like touches all over my person,
Finally the heat of the moment falls upon us,
Clothes begun to disappear, our love making becomes heated,
Until we both are breathless and have reached our highest peak,
He then holds me until our hearts feel connected, never wanting to let go,
But I can only want him from a distance,
As like the fruits in the Garden of Eden, he is forbidden to me.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
The butterflies warm my insides just by the sight of him,
My dreams are of him caressing me,
Feather like touches all over my person,
Finally the heat of the moment falls upon us,
Clothes begun to disappear, our love making becomes heated,
Until we both are breathless and have reached our highest peak,
He then holds me until our hearts feel connected, never wanting to let go,
But I can only want him from a distance,
As like the fruits in the Garden of Eden, he is forbidden to me.