My lips move down his soft pale skin,
As his hand touches my breast,
We kiss,
Each kiss we take is more passionate than they other,
He tells me that he loves me,
But is that so?
Does he really love me?
Does he really want me?
I tell him that I love him,
I say it like I mean it,
He laughs at the tone of my voice,
His laugh is not like his normal mad man cackle,
It is more smooth and sexy,
His voice is deep,
His hair is a deep golden yellow,
His eyes are hazel,
More brown that green,
I could get lost in them,
But are we really in love?
I feel him kiss my neck,
Ever so softly,
His kisses are like silk,
Do I say good bye?
Do I say hello?
Do I welcome him in me?
Do I say no?
I welcome him,
I let him do as he please,
As we lay side by side,
I hold his hand,
His breath is heavy,
In time it evens out,
We look at each other
And wonder…… . . . Crazy huh?
If you care to take those scenarios apart, you'll find them to be multi-layered in various aspects of eroticism.
My lips move down his soft pale skin,
As his hand touches my breast,
We kiss,
Each kiss we take is more passionate than they other,
He tells me that he loves me,
But is that so?
Does he really love me?
Does he really want me?
I tell him that I love him,
I say it like I mean it,
He laughs at the tone of my voice,
His laugh is not like his normal mad man cackle,
It is more smooth and sexy,
His voice is deep,
His hair is a deep golden yellow,
His eyes are hazel,
More brown that green,
I could get lost in them,
But are we really in love?
I feel him kiss my neck,
Ever so softly,
His kisses are like silk,
Do I say good bye?
Do I say hello?
Do I welcome him in me?
Do I say no?
I welcome him,
I let him do as he please,
As we lay side by side,
I hold his hand,
His breath is heavy,
In time it evens out,
We look at each other
And wonder…… . . . Crazy huh?
If you care to take those scenarios apart, you'll find them to be multi-layered in various aspects of eroticism.
My lips move down his soft pale skin,
As his hand touches my breast,
We kiss,
Each kiss we take is more passionate than they other,
He tells me that he loves me,
But is that so?
Does he really love me?
Does he really want me?
I tell him that I love him,
I say it like I mean it,
He laughs at the tone of my voice,
His laugh is not like his normal mad man cackle,
It is more smooth and sexy,
His voice is deep,
His hair is a deep golden yellow,
His eyes are hazel,
More brown that green,
I could get lost in them,
But are we really in love?
I feel him kiss my neck,
Ever so softly,
His kisses are like silk,
Do I say good bye?
Do I say hello?
Do I welcome him in me?
Do I say no?
I welcome him,
I let him do as he please,
As we lay side by side,
I hold his hand,
His breath is heavy,
In time it evens out,
We look at each other
And wonder…… . . . Crazy huh?
If you care to take those scenarios apart, you'll find them to be multi-layered in various aspects of eroticism.
