Meeting Across the Room
Magic created at first glance
This meeting is not by chance
Moving closer we embrace
Your body hands do trace
Kiss of deep passion swept away
Take you to my bed to lay
Trace lightly upon smooth skin
With fingers and lips lighting the fire within
Oh feed upon your sweetness with lips and tongue
Sweeter then a mornings setting sun
Take each taste as if it were the last
Ecstasy builds and comes upon fast
Release the sweet nectar I crave
And every drop I will save
Pleasure explodes with passionate cries
And settles with gentle sighs
© Chris Chonos
Words Flow 
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