My Body.
7:31AM on July 28, 2009
My fingers are screening through your hair
Gentle whispers streaming through the air
While I hold your hips dreaming without a care
We look around and no one is to be found
I slide around and lower you to the ground
As we go down no one can stop us now
The desire of our fire
I admire how you take me higher
You inspire me to increase the fire
I slide your shirt off with little work
You smile and smirk for there's no room for hurt
It's worth every second as we continue to flirt
I position with ease as I pull you on top of me
My fantasy finally turned quickly reality
Sweet melodies as I speak softly to you, from me
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