Missing...
As I run my hands across my breasts, Imagining them crushed under your chest. Knowing my nipples will stand erect when across them fingers roam direct. Feeling the heat thats igniting inside as I wait for you, pleasure to subside. Sending fresh waves desire coursing through this body that's waiting there's a hunger for you. To take me to the brink make me beg for more of what you offer, what I know is in store. As my fingers move down as I know your's will do I can feel it clearly.... all that's missing is you....Hmmmm...You tell me....Don't know...Just happened... :) Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 05:23 AM PST, Deborah Wolz 0 • 16
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"As I run my hands ..."