Enfolded In Your Arms
By turpisfemina
Flames dance on the grass as crimson candles flicker in the wind. The golden flames cast shadows on your muscular body. Your silhouette is framed by the soft glow of the fire. A single tear falls from my face Your gentle hand brushes it away, and you tell me that you love me. You whisper in my ear, and tell me that everything will be alright. Your lips touch mine, and I am lost in the moment - lost in passion. Your body presses against me, so warm, so strong. I need you. Your hands are everywhere on me; never taking without asking, never asking for too much. They send tingles down my spine. You press me against the silken sheets lying on the ground. Pulling me close, you enter me. The warmth of you fills me, surrounds me. You lie beside me, your hand rests on my stomach. Enfolded in your arms, I gently fall asleep. Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 01:29 PM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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"Flames dance on the grass..."