Oh to be kissing him...
Sweet soft lips caressing mine in light brushes and hard presses.
His tongue sliding gently, touching only briefly with mine.
To be touching him...
Radiated warmth fueling the passion burning within me.
His skin always warm against the constant cool of my own.
Making love with him...
Pleasures never felt with any other as my voice escalates into a scream of desire.
Oh my lover, oh my love, how I miss your touch...
A longing I only dreamed of and wished for it never to be.
I'd not give it up my love, to be without.
AEM - 2000
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