With Another
By Deb Benson
Tonight your face passes in front of my eyes Even tho I am with another Your sweet smell fills my nostrils Making me hunger for your taste Even tho I am with another I feel your hands caressing me With your gentle manliness Even tho I am with another Your soft mouth makes love to me A quickening fire Even tho I am with another I see your face Half closed eyes speak The words your lips refuse Even tho I am with another I feel your breath quicken Your murmurs of desire As we rise to unite Even tho I am with another Reaching the ones of us I come crashing down--unsated Because I am with another Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 01:37 AM PST 10 • 0 • 16
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"Tonight your face passes in front of my eyes..."