Ashley Landry (12/17/83 / Thibodaux, Louisiana)
Our bodies embrace,
setting me free.
Free to touch; free to feel.
Free to see; free to be.
Our minds run wild,
making me think.
Think of this sensation; think of this creation.
Think of the days to come; think of what we've become.
Our bodies warm,
letting me feel.
Feel you; feel surrealism.
Feel your soul; feel the neverending hold.
Our eyes connect,
bringing us together.
Together so close; together touching our souls.
Together in passion; together we hold.
Our souls unite,
allowing me to be.
Be me; be with you.
Be spontaneous; be ture.
Our lips touch,
creating a sensation.
Sensation that fills my heart; sensation that was there from the start.
Sensation that lights up my eyes; sensation that will never die.
Our souls become alive,
leaving me feeling exotic.
Exotic is my body; exotic is your caress.
Exotic has a way; exotic never lets us rest.
Our sweat intanges,
making a sweet concoction.
Concoction that leaves us floating; concoction that takes hold.
Concoction that could never be wrong; concoction for which I long.
Our arms wrap around each other,
showing me where I belong.
Belong to you; belong to your body.
Belong to your mind; belong to your soul.
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