He touched me and I cringed….
We intertwined with one another; we’re made for each other
like a door and a hinge.
What’s wrong honey? He asked. Nothing, I reply…
as his masculine hands caress and slowly stroke the inner part of my thigh.
Oooohhh…..I sigh, and like Toni said,
You’re making me high!
His kisses are gentle, we make music,
And, when he held me tight, I knew then, “He knows how to use it.”
His body language sings a song that only two lovers can stay in tune with…
To fall deeply in love with him, because of the way
He caress me, hold me and kiss me, it is not a myth.
He lovingly massages my feet which leaves me in awe….
He smiled at me with such beauty as his hands danced towards releasing my bra.
As my thoughts spin out of control;
he held my breast and whispered my name, to send chills through my soul.
It’s absolutely rewarding to feel the drive of his sexual nature….
I’m on the highway to healing; you are my daily cure...
Your loving is so pure!
And as you’re doing the things the way that you do;
I feel like a judge, I want to sentence you to life until further adieu…
Just keep doing it the way that you do, Like Jill said, “You love me, you teach me, you keep me on my feet.”
And as we come to the crossroads our hearts slow to a steady beat…
The sweet music that we played, changed minds, and our status…changed to the elite.
The journey we choose to embrace, takes us to sweat endings….
Careful on this flight because the end might be the beginning!
Keep doing the things that you do, the way that you do.