Friday

I Wish

Your lips meet mine
Your hand brushes my shoulder
Slipping down to my back
A shudder runs through my body
I press against you, my hands finding your shirt-tail
I tug it off, tracing the muscles with my fingertips
You moan, the kiss becomes deeper - passionate
You break the kiss, moving to my neck
Sucking gently, slowly working down
Your lips meet my chest, a rush of air
Its my turn to moan, pushing closer to you
We kiss wildly, passionately
I love you, want you, need you and you - me
. . . I wish

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