With - Poem by David Harris
With fingers running through my hair
you, arouse the passion fire
from deep within.
With your smouldering kisses,
you set my heart
With your body pressed close to mine,
into becoming one.
With emotions and passions running high,
we close the door
and say goodnight.
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