So here I am
Eyes closed…wishing you were here
My mind is filled with memories
Of your touch
I smile, just the thought of you
Makes me giddy
Sensual sensations wash over me
And I hear myself giggle
The way only you can make me
I drift off to sleep
With you in my dreams
And in my heart
For in my dreams
I am in your arms
You are the lover of my soul
The lover no one knows
The lover that takes me each night to
Exotic places and erotic delights
I live for your touch
It excites me beyond words
When I look into your loving eyes
There is nothing I could refuse you
You know every part of me
And I you
So here I am again
Eyes closed wishing you were here
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 19, 2011
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To find comfort within yourself and within the the words you pen is a desirable thing. Not as desirable as flesh and blood, but still . . .