Lover's TouchMature

A little poem I just came up with about lovers.

Soft, trailing fingers

On smooth pale skin

My lover's touch lingers

On my golden ring

I feel firey kisses

On my exposed neck

It's me that she misses

Without her I'm a wreck

And slowly I turn

My face towards hers

To love is to learn

Of the heat that occurs

When each tingling touch

Traverses my curves

I love her so much

But no more than she deserves.

The End

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