After making love
I lay my head upon your chest
To hear your heartbeat;
You are delicately built
But wonderfully alive.
Your skin is like satin
Draping across my fingers
As a blanket would but better;
Let me lay in your warmth
'Til the evening's end.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
delicate sensuality in the aftermath !
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