You.
With the sparkles in your eyes.
With the kisses that I die for.
You.
Whose hugs speak of deepest needs.
Whose arms flung around my neck.
You.
With a face I want to see.
With body of fantasy.
You.
Whose smile turns joy into lust.
Whose fingers turn lust to need.
You.
Pull me closer into you.
Sensual, magnificent.
You.