4 Poem by Katrina Billingsley
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When I close my eyes
I see your hand upon my cheek.
I take in a breath
and let out a sigh.
Your touch so sweet,
As you move to my thigh.
You stop at the small of my back,
Fingers trembling.
There's not an ounce of perfection you lack.
I open myself up,
I let your embrace win.
Your kisses are divine,
This has to be a good sign.
I take a deep breath,
and sigh one last time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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