His Touch
Rising in my heart,
Unfiltered emotions,
as he pulls my chest to his.
Pupils dialating as we lock eyes.
My heart flutters,
as he places his warm lips on mine.
I close my eyes and let my tenseness go.
He kisses me passionatly,
as I lay back and he keeps on.
Our eyes find each other,
then our hands and lips.
Breathless to his endearing touch,
letting his love take my heart.
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