His Feathery Touch
As he lay beside her,
he set her passions free.
With a gentle caress,
he brought her ecstasy.
He touched her so lightly,
as if handling china lace.
His touch,
but a feather,
upon her face.
His hands,
touched her body,
like a gentle breeze.
Til overcome with want,
she begged him please.
With love in her eyes,
and fiery passion,
in her heart.
his feathery touch,
was tearing her apart.
She could not contain,
what she felt inside.
Her wanting now,
she could not hide.
Her body was shaking,
ever so much.
til she succumbed,
to his feathery touch.
With love making's,
warm afterglow.
She held him tightly,
not wanting to let him go.
As she could not believe,
he could affect her so much,
As he did in that moment,
with his feathery touch.
By BarryDeMars
© 2006 BarryDeMars (All rights reserved)
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