Margarita Skivofilakas-Keith
| By glow of candlelight I see you Slowly approaching my trembling arms Your countenance so strong and warm I barely know how to respond As you draw near, my breasts heave, Aching in strained anticipation of your touch My skin alive as never before Each nerve writhing, pulsing, wanting you Now you step closer, into the light You can see my thighs quiver, Shaking with fear and desire The agony of the moment eases into pleasure When I see your silhouette, your body alert to my needs Your large, powerful hands reaching for me Almost thereSalmost in heaven For I know I will die at your first gentle touch But my heart will be filled with joy |
