Erratic emotions in poem form
Tuesday 16 April 2013
I Want More
Pulling me close,
To his embrace.
His hands slip slowly,
Around my waist.
My hands around his neck,
As our lips meet.
Much more than a peck,
In this sexual heat.
With every touch,
I want more,
Its becoming to much,
But this i adore.
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