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this and every night

Poetry By: dreaming of you
Erotica


she gave of herself . now it's my turn .


Submitted:Nov 27, 2008    Reads: 275    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   


we've been building snowmen

we have laughed until we've cried

but with a blizzard blowing

we've had to come inside .

.

bathed and in our bathrobes

in the armchair beside the fire

your head rests against my chest

our heartbeats a gentle romantic choir .

.

we drink our hot chocolate

and exchange a loving word

the flickering of the log fire

the only sound to be heard .

.

tenderly we're kissing

gentle our caress

but we feel the passion rising

within loves home address .

.

i lift you from the armchair

onto our fireside rug

kisses full of desire

combine with loving hug .

.

the peacock feather we collected

is now put to good use

curves a hidden places

on your body i'm let loose .

.

you feel as if you're dreaming

you are writhing as i play

racing heart and groaning

as my fingers hide away .

.

we will choose the moment

when our bodies will unite

wonderful moments spent with you

this and every night .

.





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