~~~My Lover~~~
He has hands that are warm used to gently please, A smile that makes me weak in the knees. Eyes that are tender and look to my soul, while filling me with desires I can't control. His voice speaks with passion in soft subtle tones, and I know what it takes to make him want to moan. His body a temple known only to few, Tall, tan, and muscled an attractive view. But then there's the inside those parts I can't see, his great sense of humour and personality. And let's not forget this most important part, he's kind and he's gentle, and has a big heart, He's the perfect lover, and creator of schemes to bad he exists at night in my dreams... Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 03:18 PM PST, Deborah Wolz 0 • 10
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"He has hands that are warm..."