The Passion He Gives To Me Poem by Lechelle Jones (01.24.91,D.C)

His strong firm hands around my small delicate waist

One comes up lays my head against his cotton filled pillow and caresses my face

The love in the room is high but not as high as his passion

He holds my waist tight but only holds tighter if I ask him

He looks into my eyes
And the world takes a dramatic pause

Moves down to my neck giving so good of a feeling I can't hear the ringers to my phone calls

His lips where so soft just as soft as my skin
And his kisses felt like I kissed a piece of heaven.

He pressed his musculer chest on mine the feeling I felt then is called devine

We move together now as one
I whisper in his ear to never be done

Although I want this feeling to last
It has to fade by hopefully it won't fade off too fast

He now lays calmly beside me as I place my cheek on his chest

I climb back on him...after he takes a short rest.

His lovin feels to good for me to ever let go,
Its time for him to leave for work,
But stopping seems impossible to control.

He trys to pull off of me but then I turn around.
That's his favorite position
So now he wants to stick around.

So now he gets the strenth to leave, but I pull him back down to the bed.

We go on for round three,
And at the end he gets up and leave.

I walk him to the door dizzy as can be
He kisses me on my forehead
Then says he loves me.