Kiss me not,
Touch me not,
See to make love isnt the way you kiss or the way you touch not even the way the sweet tingles corrupt my spine when i feel you ontop and inside of me.
To make love is to create a synphony with our breath as our hearts dance to a magical tune at the same pace.
To make love is to match your pulse with mine as i lay upon your chest and you whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
See the sweet aroma of our delightful mixes sweep through my nostrils like a pealing of a fresh peach on a hot day in georgia.
See to make love is to understand each other without a sound being made just the whispers of our calm breaths replacing the summer breeze.
So to make love isnt to lay with me at night and to pleasure me, but to crack an inner core and to love me with the darkest corners of your heart. Allow me to brighten the inner you. To caress the aching disaters of your heart.
As too i am your love and you are mine.
Allow me to venture you into the warm nature of how
To Make Love
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All about Poetic Desires
PoetryLets take a ride inside thine eyes. Just a little trip please close your eyes. Ride along with me and lets fantasize about hurt souls and teary eyes see just listen up and hear my pride. My poetic Desires about how i survived.
