In the midnight hour, thoughts of you makes my love come down
Baby, my body aches for your touch,
The nights are so long and I miss you so much.
Fate is keeping us apart,
But I keep you close to me, you dwell in my heart.
My dreams are torment, it's you I crave,
You keep me in shackles, your wanton Love Slave.
I touch my erect nipples, they crave your lips,
When thinking of you, I caress my breasts with gentle fingertips.
I moan your name and toss and turn,
I think of your manly body and my body burns.
Your gentle giant haunts my dreams,
My valley lays fallow as my desire screams.
Baby, are you dreaming of me, I need to know,
Thoughts of you making love to me, makes my nectar flow.
In fevered frenzy, my hands seek release,
But the momentary high, truly brings me no peace.
In my bewitchment, I truly come undone,
I writhe in agony, until the rising sun.
I toss and turn, etc. This is exquisite SC
I love the feelings of mystery in your words
and the music chosen to express it, even more!
Love and Hugs, Warrior Lady Sheeeoox
SC ya got my motor running hot,i sure hope you get some satifaction
cause your fever is spreading out,see ya in dream land i'll be on the harley heading down rt 66.
stan
Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)
Reviewed on August 3, 2007
SC...Yeppers, well said, I have to agree with Teds comment. one of the many pleasing discoveries until the lover comes home, heartfelt poem sweet one...hugs, Peggy
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on August 3, 2007
S0ooo, you might really be a witch if
your bewitched, but witches never play
with their tits.
Love the write and don't pay any attention to me.
Hugs and love,
Ron
Hands on therapy can be switched to aid the bewitched -At least through the night to help another write-{beautifully written with both hands}-love <>Ted
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.
Love Tinka
But, nice writing!
Georg
I love the feelings of mystery in your words
and the music chosen to express it, even more!
Love and Hugs, Warrior Lady Sheeeoox
STay Positive!
STAy SAFE!
Rose
hugs
fee
cause your fever is spreading out,see ya in dream land i'll be on the harley heading down rt 66.
stan
your bewitched, but witches never play
with their tits.
Love the write and don't pay any attention to me.
Hugs and love,
Ron