Lover

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Lover

Tonight, I'm not looking for a friend,
I don't want a companion
I want a lover.
I'm not in to playing games
Unless they are games of pleasure
I don't want to talk about life
And love and where we're going
Save that stuff for another day.
Tonight I want to light candles
So that I can see the skin I'm tasting
I want to paint you with my tongue
I want to liberate you with my body.
Forget about long delays
We have business at hand
Help me strip off these clothes
This prison of cloth
That binds us.
Press your body so close to mine
That not even air can pass between us.
Touch me, god your touch
Is nervous fire that runs through my blood
The way you rake your fingernails
Across my skin.
My hands aren't big enough
I want to touch every part of your body
All at once.
Our breathing gets heavy
As our kisses get harder and faster
The feel of your lips on mine
Our tongues dancing
It's too much, we both tremble
And I have to pull away for a moment.
Then as the climax passes, I take you again
Even deeper into my arms
My hands exploring you
Working my way to the wetness
Of places forbidden
As my fingers slide inside you
I feel your body quiver to my touch
It's a quiver I enjoy, and I begin
To let my hands play deeper inside you
Reaching back into your passion
Feeling your body rock in waves against mine

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