I want to slow dance ,across the floor with you, soft music in the background, no lights accept a room full of candles. Your arms holding me tight, letting me know everything is alright, your lips gentely touch mine, and our love becomes, frozen in time, just for the night. You remove the barrett from my hair, and gentley my soft curls fall, you whisper soft words in my ear, kiss me yet again, Slowly I lead you down the hall, to the floor slowly,one by one, our clothes fall, you gentely lay me on our bed, and again kiss my sweet lips of strawberry red.
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Author:
Lynn (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2012 19:33
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Subtly erotic and very romantic tribute to passion, love and dreams. Excellent. It seems to play with end-rhyming and could use a bit of spell-checking. Wonderful imagery and beautifully conveyed dreams of romance. Very good.
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