Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Undress

Time to slip it back to the beginning. Like you haven't felt the heat before. Satisfying the breaking point under warm covers. Set our hearts on the nightstand and hold on for the moment. See the good behind the curtains and fall into the place while your eyes find your mind. The tips of my fingers follow the outline of perfection. No time for sleep when the moon is shy tonight. The fact that you're here makes me work harder at the pleasure. In more ways than one you're not going to want to leave.

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