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.
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Thankyou for sharing it in such a fine fashion, Tonya.
-James