I close my eyes in wonder
at the touch of your embrace
Small tremors fill my body,
as I gaze into your face


My lips can taste your passion,
before they even touch
A fire inside my body,
waiting to erupt




You touch me with your fingertips
and I tingle with desire
Your hands are making magic
as you stroke my fevered brow


Thighs so gently touching mine
as you place me on the bed
And run your fingers through my hair
and gently cradle my head




A fever takes my body,
a passion filled with light
Enveloped in magic,
hands that feel so right


Trembling deep inside of me,
a fever of desire
Quenched with flowing water
that you have given me


Sand ***





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