[Passions Grip]

Passions Grip Your fingers trace Along my jaw Then down my neak Oh so soft I turn my back For help I need To undo my zipper Will you please? Sweet torture Down my spine Your mouth and Zipper in perfect Ryhme Your hands slip through From back to front While your rain of Kisses run back up Off one sholder Then the other Dress slips to floor Revieling nothing under As I stand here In full view Revieling all of Me to you Our eyes do meet And seem to lock Stopping time Yes, every clock My hands move up your arms To your chest Just being with you Makes me my best Our lips meet And soon devour Saying all Words would take hours God I want you I want you now Inside me, all over me Merging as one, for all time Somehow Oh theres that taist That salty sweat The smell the taist That makes me wet Come inside me I'll grip you there Unless I release you You'll stay right there As we build to Frenzies pace Moaning groaning Face to face You work your magic On my secret place Much more of this I Just can't take Flip you over Mmmm thats right I love to have you In full sight I'll work you now So hold on tight I can tell by you That it feels just right Slowly now I slip and slide Up your torso Mouth not being Denied The perfect lock Of passions grip While we cum In perfect bliss Tighter and tighter You do grip As last breath From my body To your mouth slips Still in our passion hold Murmuring words That go untold You feel my Inner grip begin As we start All over again Connie McDonald Copyright@2001 Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 11:09 AM PST   0 • 16