NightSoothe

It’s enough

and succulent

Priceless Perfect Pure

to have you

now

at this Discreet Hour

To feel the pressing

upon my chest

of your

Will

and

Tenderness

To sense Exquisite

your tongue upon my cheek

Exploring imploring

seeking nothing less

than Me

Your fingers

calloused

roughly rubbing smooth

my palm

Penetrating as if possible

the pathway

to my Soul

I’ve waited long

held back others

for nothing less

than This

Enough 

now effortless

Beyond romantic

We Us

This Bliss


c2011 GC Cameron

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