Thoughts of my heart

Love
Oh love
How I long for thee
Your touch your kisses is like a spark igniting a flame
I am set ablaze by the mere thought of you
Oh the feel of your lips against mine
Will you ever love me as I love you
Will you ever know the extent
I could lie perfectly still and feel each and every touch
Each and every caress.
Sound asleep I dream you even when you are next to me
Surely the feel of your hands upon my though is a dream
The kisses to my neck a wonderful realistic illusion
I moan
Don't wake
I bade myself, not yet
Gasp-
The heat floods between my legs and still this can't be real
As your fingers slide into the warm wetness
I am awakened to ecstasy
I missed your touch
Longed for it
Needed so much more
Much more than you gave
I'm not finished
I should be done
But your kiss
The way you held me down
You found me in that moment
You didn't know
You couldn't
That part of me I've been trying to show
You earned a little glimpse
.......
Of everything you have found
I've found that you are close to losing me
I don't want to play girlfriend
I want a commitment I can see.

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