Your Choice
By sidewinder
Temperatures are rising, Emotions are running high, The passion is there, Can't you feel it? We want each other, No one else, So let's go for it, Let's make love tonight, Go ahead, I'll give a signal, And I'll hold you the whole night through, But it's gotta be up to you, I won't force myself, You're too much of a lady, So I'll leave it up you, I'm waiting, Do you want me to hold you? I think you do, But.. it's your choice. April 21, 1982Written March 21st, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 06:44 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn love
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