Making Love

I love when you make love to my soul, I behold the truth that lies within us. You mean more to me than anyone that I know. Making love to my soul is beautiful, You love me for me. I love you for you. I make love to your soul also. I cherish everything that we do, and that we have ever done. I begun to realize that making love to you is all I want to do. I only want to make love to you, physically, mentally, and socially. I emotionally cry when things go wrong. The love that we have for each other Is beautiful. I love making love to you. You make my body feel so right in your arms. Your gentle touches that mean so much. I love making love to you. You know every spot in my body. My body only recognizes your touch because I am used to making love to you. To you and only you. Once again emotionally I cry when things go wrong, but from that I became strong just like you did. Us making love becomes better. Forever I will remember how you made me feel when you made love to me. Both of our bodies touching, and we’re yearning for more. I store my fantasies within, not letting you know my secrets, about the art of Making love. I breathe harder as you breathe harder. We’re realizing that we need Each other more than we expect it. I accept the fact that the love that we have ever Made was beautiful, and for that reason. I will only make love to you. Physically, mentally and socially. Emotionally I will cry out for you. Because the way that you make me feel When we’re Making Love Written October 14th, 2001 © on Oct 14 2001 03:18 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8