Skin to skin, heart to heart
First is first, to rip the clothes apart.
The passion starts so her lips I peck,
Moving my tongue down her neck
Little moans and a little sigh.
Hoping I never speak goodbye.
Trails of kisses and the pleasure of much
Giving her orgasms from my sensual touch.
Holding her down like she likes
Going faster and harder until the extacy spikes.
The heat is over and all things done
Reminiscing the thoughts of so much fun.
Laying beside her always connected
Loving her more, no fear of being rejected.
Holding her close now until the night does end
This is a burning fire I cant pretend.
Running my fingers through her hair.
Long and soft, at her soul I stare.
She glows of perfection of imperfections
My love for her isnt split into sections.
The stress, the loss, the prices I'll pay
So I can make her my wife one day.
