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The feeling of being loved and to love your loved one!
Thunder, plundered from the depth till my death, wetness felt, Amber smells for you, Coffee beans spilt around for me, At the touch of you, erected the goosebumps from head to toe, Cold rugs went hot, We entwined two as one, I am deaf to any sound apart from yours, I am blind to any vision apart from any skin, I am dumb to any word apart from muttering and whispering my love into your ears, A bit of yours gave me many little deaths in one night.
Trail of clothes, on every surface That we came undone on The entire world appears to be gone I only see the pure ecstasy As you look down onto me My skin is tender to your touch One that I simply can’t get enough Your almond brown eyes send me over the edge No teasing, don’t make me beg Our bodies are intertwined The temperature continues to rise all night I continue to give you everything my body holds As the rugs used to be cold A bit of yours gave me many little deaths in one night.
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A passionate scribbler and wishful bread earner. A working professional in an embassy and a freelancer French language trainer. A voracious reader and loves to connect readers and writers. Author of Ibiza by Geetika Kaura ( read more...
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