i wonder what my husband would think

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your hand held in mine

 makes my heart beat faster

your finger traces circles on my wrist 

 and it makes me bite my lip

your hand moves up my thigh

and the buuterflies start to form

you reach up to play with a strand of my hair

and i have to gasp for air

your lips touch mine 

and our tonges start to dance


there is so much pleasure in a touch

and some may have forgotten 


 we have no place to hide in the light

 so soon we will part ways

with our heads hung low

and our hearts in mourning

we leave the room as strangers

and return to our own lives


Created: Jun 06, 2012


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