Making Love Poem by Rikki Moosbrugger

Making Love



softly caressing
every part of me
as we
move against one another
slowly
so we can savor every moment
as you gaze at me
the world falls away
all that is left
is us
a tremmor ripping through me
every nerve tingling
fresh with the pleasure
of you loving me

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