I know you are eager for the thrill
of feeling the fire deep inside me
but don't be a worrisome Christmas child
tearing the wrappings off your presents
casting covering quickly away onto the floor
we are both mature adults..undress me slowly
we have all night and then a lazy morning
and I know we will only sleep a few hours
so take your time stripping off my stockings
my clasp will open effortlessly in your fingers
those magic fingers infused with your love
those wandering hands afire with passion
take your time with buttons and zippers
kiss every inch as you uncover my treasures
they are yours, a plethora of fleshly gifts
I feel the tremble in your manly hands
and glimpse the blazing fire in your eyes
undress me slowly, take your time tonight
I have always been slow to ponder and didn't tear open my Christmas or birthday presents as a child. A slow-motion steamer this one, beautifully rendered.
Yes, oh yes, it is so much better when we take our time to enjoy every moment we have together. Now that I know why, I welcome your passion with these new romantic poems spilling from your pen like magic. I hope that slow magic continues for the rest of your days.
Hollywood, on the other hand, with only about 90 minutes of digital time for television, has to speed up passionate love scenes by nearly ripping clothes off in a frenzy. No time in the script for more.
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Hollywood, on the other hand, with only about 90 minutes of digital time for television, has to speed up passionate love scenes by nearly ripping clothes off in a frenzy. No time in the script for more.
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