Lover's Touchmature
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.





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