Love is the way you pull me to your arms,
How you caress my cheek and whipe away the salty tears,
And the way you can press your lips against mine and make the world go away.
It's the way you press your body against mine,
Hold me close as if to let go is to die,
How we don't have to spek to know what the other thinks.
This thing I feel, know, want; this thing I need,
Love, lust, your touch, your words,
This feeling in my heart and the singing in my soul,
I need it like I need to breathe; I need you.
I need you to make the world to away and the tears stop,
From falling down my face.
Love is how I'd do anything to keep you and make you happy,
To see you smile and hear your laugh and feel your lips,
Love is how you would give me the world,
How you would grow wings, just to pick me up so I could fly,
Love is how I need you for my heart to beat,
How if your arms arn't around me then I don't exist.
Love is just one, special...kiss...
...love is...
Author notes
hope it works.
A contest entry
- Whispered Words of Sensuality by StormGoddess.
1000 points, ended May 27, 19 entries
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Comments
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Love is what we make it in so many ways. Much more than just a physical need, but the tender touch of an emotional one too. Love this.
Thank you for entering and good luck.
Storm -
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