I want your touch,
your hand to gently brush against my bare skin,
the way they have before.

I want your kiss,
your lips to indulge mine in a sinful pleasure,
swallowing my judgment whole.

And I want your happiness,
your smile to be for me,
and only me.

02/09/2002

Posted on 02/09/2002
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