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See Me,

Kiss Me,

I love to look into your eyes.

I feel lost there

as If I could disappear

into them

if I stare too long.

I love the way they see me.

 

I love to lightly kiss your lips.

They’re full and soft

and pouty.

I love how they taste

after you’ve been wearing lipstick.

I love how they kiss me.

Touch Me,

Love Me

I love the feel of your hands.

I love how they gently

touch and caress me

in ways that I’ve never felt before –

in places I’ve never been touched.

I love how they touch me.

 

I love the beat of your heart.

How fast it thumps

when you’re near me –

the way it feels against my hand

when I touch your breast.
I love how it loves me. 

6 May 1994

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