No Time
The feel of your kiss, upon my lips. As your hands they move down toward my hips. Pulling me closer, our bodies they touch in every place I want this so much. Getting together our bodies as one, Another longing for passion begun. Waiting in silence my passion burns, No time or place for what we both yearn. With eyes closed all this I see, yet no time or place for what could be. Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 09:07 PM PST, Deborah Wolz 0 • 16
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"The feel of your kiss,..."