by Skyfire
Speak slowly to me
as you touch my lips
with your fingers--
ever so gently,
pull me in close
stroking my back
your hands on my skin
ever so gently.
No need to rush
whisper my name,
two forms become one
ever
so
gently.
Submission date : 2009-11-20
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