Eyes closed.
My hands dropped.
I'm yours.
You hold me close.
My head is spinning
I'm lost.
I'm somewhere else
I'm in your arms.
Body to body
Your skin feels so mine
You hold me and
I just feel so loved.
In your arms
I let myself go
In your arms
I can never say no
In your arms
My eyes look so deep
Into yours.
In your arms
You pull me so close
Making me feel
What it is a woman's
Supposed to feel.
You search deep
To find my passion
You open it up
And I never knew
A power like yours
A power to make a woman
Truely feel her worth.
A man is nothing without your input, Tonya. It seems to me that it is the woman who "steers the ship" in these encounters. Thank you for sharing these sentiments. Love and best wishes to you,
Love is universal and not limited to the most perfect among us. In this collection of romantic short stories and poetry, love comes to those who are decidedly imperfect, who possess very real human flaws, scars, and challenges. Awaiting us as we are.
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
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Thankyou for sharing it in such a fine fashion, Tonya.
-James