Your touch sends shivers to my heart
As your hands, my thighs gently part
The love glistens from deep dark eyes
Like shooting stars cross midnight skies
Senses yield to pressure from lips
The longing through passion slips.
Words lost in realms of hunger’s sighs
Like shooting stars cross midnight skies
As first soft sunrays break the night
Desire peaks in honeydew light
Met by rhapsodies as love cries
Like shooting stars cross midnight skies
Your touch sends shivers to my heart.
Like shooting stars cross midnight skies.






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