Touch Myself
01.12.2009 An image of you Your lips close to mine I can smell the sweetness of each breath A scent becoming of you Your kiss Soft and tender Like a whisper Fingers through my hair Caressing body and soul All in one stroke Hands over 'Love' Your fingers trace each curve Moving downwards You become a part of me One... Now two... You're deep inside of me Soft as lace Gentle pearl Escaped breaths Sounds of ecstasy Fluttered lashes Soothing melody Overwhlemed I imagined you... I touched myself.
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Jenee
SIMPLY PUT: I am an Artist! In every aspect, or atleast I'd like to think so. I love the arts...of any kind. It began with poetry and then expanded to a world unknown. "If you would not be forgotten, either write things worth reading or do...
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