Make Love

Oct 14, 2009 20:20

Here I stand
Waiting for your sweet embrace
for you delicate fingers to trace
                                every inch of my body
To feel you breath on my neck
as I wait, with anticipation,
                                    hoping you’ll leave your mark
So that I will have something to blush about
Here I stand
My body temperature rising
Responding to how your eyes
                                are piercing me
                                                        undressing me
Staking your claim
                      on me
Here I stand
Just waiting
        wishing
        wanting
                          for you
                                                        to push me
                                                down
  onto the bed
And
      make love to me

poetry

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