Wishing For Us

by Michael Lynum   Jun 10, 2013


Soft and light touches below my gently floating finger tips

Eyes glued to yours taking in all your outer and inner beauty

Kissing, touching, caressing, exploring your mouth with my lips

Hands no longer idle as I caress your hair and explore you

As we kiss, hands travel and eyes seek, closer become our hips

I feel the heat as you feel my arousal, hand entwine as we lay

Making love, bodies combined as passion grows with a lustful grip

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