Morning (In company of woman)

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    Morning (In company of woman)

    Close 2 me....I feel your heartbeat.
    Can u feel mine?
    Can u feel me?

    Can u stay 2night, with me for a little while longer or until....morning?

    I'm excited by the way u look when we are with each other or see one another.

    Happy, 2 endure the reaction & 2 consume or devour the detection that one is compelled 2 feel when you are near.

    Intrigued by the voice, mind, eyes, movements & flesh of u as u stroke your hand against the face.

    The evening of a thought changes 2 a thought of...breakfast in bed for u & I.

    I need 2 belong....2 u, at least till morning, if u will.
    (2 be turned on by your touch).

    Come 2 me, let me engulf every inch of u as we freak each other. A kiss here, a kiss there, at least for an hour or so. (Some sexual healing).

    Let me be your rest & relaxation of your soul that is 2 be consumed 2night relieving some of that sexual tension, for this evening was a prophecy waiting 2 come..2 being.

    The scent of the room, so enigmatic the energy between us. Help ....me, darling....stay a little while longer, hang with me, at least till morning or till we can not take no more.

    Dismantle me, cause I'm everwanting all of u, all of your love, I can't hold back....anymore.

    I'm excited by the way u look when we are with each other, especially after we've been 2gether.

    Damn, U were insatiable. I'm glad that u are here, now we can sleep. See I asked u, u didn't say, look , its' morning.

    I smile as u dose off in my arms, as I kiss u on the head & let u know that I enjoyed your company, as always.

    I'll close my eyes, till... another evening.


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    chiana commented on Morning (In company of woman)

    02-25-2009

    very inviting and sensual

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    08/07/2009

    Thx love for the read u r appreciated.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.