Mine

February 2, 2009
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Scent of skin
Warm, soft against mine
Chest, shoulders, neck
I feel with my lips and nose
Curves of his face
Nape of his neck, ear, chin
Mine.

Lips gently graze
Velvet, inviting, tempting
Yearning for indulgence
I pull back to behold
Mysterious eyes
Looking up at me
Mine.

Delving into passion
Strong, sweet, fulfilling
Don't pull back
Time stops, thoughts cease
This is mine
I find myself within this kiss,
Home.





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