
Don't you know, my darling love, that your touch calms me quickly and offers me comfort when I am saddened, yet it ignites a passion deep within me that was once foreign until I met you...
Rated: Fiction M - English - Poetry - Words: 233 - Published: 12-14-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2290520
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Tender Caresses
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Don't you know, my darling love,
That your touch calms me quickly—
And offers me comfort when I am saddened
Yet it ignites a passion deep within me
That was once foreign until I met you
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A single caress against bare skin
Or the warmth of your hands through cloth
Around my waist as you pull me close
Sets my body aflame with desire
Leaving me breathless and tingling
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Haven't you heard, that your hands,
Trailing oh-so-slowly upon my being
Landing, caressingly, in sensitive areas
Makes me hiss with jolts of pleasure
As a sweet melody courses through my body
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The strong urge to push you against a wall
And take what you offer me; give what I can offer
Is overwhelming; driving me to unknown destinations
Innocence has finally been lost—at long last
My mind has turned against itself; corrupting me
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Did you not notice, that your warm lips,
Brushing lightly against the revealed skin
Of my most arousing and responsive area
Brings a flood of warmth; a quick intake of breath;
The need to mold two bodies into one at every curve
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And when your teeth scrapes against flushed skin
My heart leaps; exhilaration running through my veins
Strong yearnings to return such exotic actions;
But never do you go further; to experiment together
And my body burns; aches; for yours—long moments afterwards
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