The touch of your hand against my skin.
Brings to my face a lustful grin.
The thought of all the things we'll do.
Your deepest desire will of course come true.
Your arms will once again hold me.
And I will beg so passionately.
For you to never let me go.
And we will rock gently to and fro.
Your lips will touch mine and I will quiver.
For my desire will make you shiver.
I doubt we'll make it through the night.
Without some squeals of pure delight.
By Anonymous
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