You brush against me gently
A hint of what you need,
Our bodies feel inspired
By the passions that we heed.
Your eyes, they cross me softly
Bringing chills upon my spine
For just to feel you touch me
Is a feeling one of a kind.
So, sweep your hands across me
Your finger tips on my skin,
Plant your hands within my soul
Bury your love deep within.
Make love to me all through the night
And when the night shall end
Hold me in your arms so tight
Never letting go again.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 12:34 PM UTC
You brush against me gently
A hint of what you need,
Our bodies feel inspired
By the passions that we heed.
Your eyes, they cross me softly
Bringing chills upon my spine
For just to feel you touch me
Is a feeling one of a kind.
So, sweep your hands across me
Your finger tips on my skin,
Plant your hands within my soul
Bury your love deep within.
Make love to me all through the night
And when the night shall end
Hold me in your arms so tight
Never letting go again.
Copyright2005 Candy R. Glidden
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