I would like to know,
How does he touch you?
Like the first drop of rain,
On the red rose petals?
The sensuous warm touch of his,
On your soft white skin,
How do you feel, then?
The sweet taste of his lips,
The hot heavy breath,
An eternal pledge of satisfaction,
How do you feel, then?
Let me tell you now.
How I feel.
When I once saw you,
Walking happily along the streets,
I felt I found my long lost soul, back.
The tiny heart beats I have,
They were ever strong!
Waves of orgasmic pleasure,
Hit me hard,
Like the dark blue ocean,
On such a wild stormy night!
Ancient emotions broke through,
I knew you were never mine.
Hope.
It is indeed a four letter word.
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