Feeling Him

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    Feeling Him

    I lay,restentlessly as his...smooth lips travel along my, sexy brown skin...
    As if he was making a journey around the world, he kisses me from head to toe...the thoughts begin to dwendel within...
    He runs his finger along my thighs...my insides die and cry for more
    speaking sweet words as if they were invain...
    Singing like the flow of floetry, it's flowetic..I say yes while I plead his name...
    From the beginning to the end, he makes my secret temple his...
    Loosing myself from what I thought I could hold in..he pulls me close, while I explode onto his...
    Sweet pleasure sounds escape, and we both pant as if there was no air...
    I open my eye's to only realize I still lay restenlessly, now wondering was he even there

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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