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Click hereBlowing baby's breath across your breasts,
as I kiss your heart.
Nothing amazes me more than the feel of your skin
and I want to make you sweat.
My fingertips would trace a path over your belly,
and my head would dip between your legs.
as I kneel to worship at your alter.
Fervent prayers through parted lips
perfumed essence
and deep kisses.
I want to make you forget everything but my name.
For a moment we're connected on more than just a spiritual level.
hot and wet like a flash flood on an august night.
Our rhythm would pulse, beat, and pound
but the only sound
I hear is your breathing,
beneath the tips of my fingers I can feel your thighs sweat.
And as I push you over the edge I smile
I hear you call my name and you grip my hair a little to hard.
This is our love song.
As you come
down
all I want to do is wind you back up again
I must admit, this poem is perfect: perfect to describe how a man should sometimes worship his woman......remember guys...a woman's worth is greater than u could ever imagine....