He hovers over me
held up by his strength
by my will
Caressing and coercing
I could be a daughter of his
damn
taking me above
beyond
my wildest expectations
I look in his eyes
-I am no romantic!-
He compliments mine- he says them
deep
dark
mysterious
I can't remember his colour
or hair
He's definately attractive-but
I don't remember his
features of stone- HE
has this ability to kiss me more deeply
hold me more tenderly
than any man before or since
More than twice my age
less than half my lovers
How does he do it?
Touch me so skillfully as he, and I'm game
hahahaha
Does 80pf count=? If so, it shouldn't!
I silently plead morning off-
beg to stay another moment in his arms.
His hands in my hair- mine
one on his shoulder
one in his hair- Red? maybe
I miss Robert
I need Sam
Complications.
I slip into drunkeness without noticing.
until I'm already there.