Touching her once isn't enough for me.
I need to feel her again, I need her close to me.
Her skin felt so good, so soft and smooth.
My need for her grew as our body moved.
My breath caught in my throat when our skin touched.
The feeling was so intense it was almost too much.
I couldn't hold back anymore, so I kissed her lips.
She moaned when she felt my hands squeeze her hips.
Her back arched against me when I touched her thighs.
Her body glowed with passion and desire filled her eyes.
Her whispers and moans were music to my ears.
Our bodies glistened with sweat and tears.
I not only touched her body but her mind and soul.
I found her broken spirit and made it whole.
I made her feel alive, I satisfied her heart.
I gave her a new life and a fresh new start.
Now that she has me she will never be alone.
Her body is my wonderland and her mind is my home.
Edith SaintFelix
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sex-old-poem/
