By B.K.
Date: 26 March 2001
Baby It's You
Slowly, tenderly, your hands pull
me into the strength of your arms,
kissing my neck from behind with
soft, wet, kisses moving downward
so slowly. You take my breath away,
with the touch and taste of this love,
this burning desire that never stops.
Baby, it’s you I want. Come to me,
show me the chemical equations,
teach me the elements of ecstasy.
bk
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