Rapture
Touch can be so devastating
Soft.... gentle....
Rough... painful
Touch reflects our desires
Our needs
The thought of your hands pulling me to you...
The feel of your hands exploring me...
Take my breath away
My heart beats as though it will burst
My desire for you knows no bounds
We fly on passion to heights of endless bliss
You take me and make me yours
No one has moved me the way you do
I love you
Before time began I loved you
I will love you again when I am reborn
Endless and timeless we go on and on
Eternally
Soft.... gentle....
Rough... painful
Touch reflects our desires
Our needs
The thought of your hands pulling me to you...
The feel of your hands exploring me...
Take my breath away
My heart beats as though it will burst
My desire for you knows no bounds
We fly on passion to heights of endless bliss
You take me and make me yours
No one has moved me the way you do
I love you
Before time began I loved you
I will love you again when I am reborn
Endless and timeless we go on and on
Eternally
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