I long to be the recipient of those
Kisses from the tender lips that trawl
My mind, such a fierce sensuality leaps
From your glowing skin, something that
Shines and beats on me, kindling the
Logs of lust that like a stick of rock
Have your name stamped all the way through.

Stealing little looks, glances when I can,
Needing to bathe in that glow, dreaming
Of being at the mercy of those deliciously
Strong hands.

I worship you, you are coveted, protected and
Loved. Enshrined within mind.


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