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That Kiss |
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it all to clearly
Hello apon the street Your instinctive hand to my Neck..... You unravel my senses in an instant Your fingers lace under my hair Breath warm draws me in Without hesitation your hand Holds the small of my back To steady my quickly weakening knees..... What was a casual smile In your eyes.... Is replaced with Fiery heat... Obsessed by Having my will Crumble I must have closed my eyes Felt you burning through me My lips parted to taste you I licked them To savor you But we did not kiss For like a feather Your breath came to rest Under my ear I ache now With wanting... only you Did you pull me closer? So I don't fall off my feet As I stand among the crowd Unaware of anyone but my Captor And the way he takes me Without reservation With That Kiss....... |
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met him several years ago and when he comes back to my dreams ...it's always
this kiss I remember. In the middle of a bustling Michigan Avenue... He
almost had to carry me to the car for I lost all track of everything around
me. Lost in the moment the single most important lesson from it is for men... Make your woman feel this just once
and she may never
leave. Like nothing else matters except that right now I must take you
at will. He didn't remove a stitch of clothing but I was naked on the street
and didn't care who watched. I was his that moment and every moment in
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Revised: November 30, 1999