Higher
13 July, 2004
Author: LinzAy
Foreheads touching you brush my hair from my face
My soul opens to you
Your hands cradle my face - fingers brush my cheek
My heart pulls closer to you
Then it happens
Our lips meet...slowly at first
Then more intensly
Giving into passion's thirst
Your hands glide slowly - down my neck, along my breasts
I feel so wonderfully vulnerable
There's no fear - I welcome your gentle carress
Never knew I could be so comfortable
I crave you
Though I limit myself I still desire
I crave you wholly
As your touch, your kiss, and your soul raise me higher
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