I long for your touch;
the gentle pleasure of your kiss.
I love how your hands caress;
no place do they miss.



Eyes locking in
no words could say more.
Touching my heart
gives it reason to soar.



Advances come gently
and are welcomed with wanting.
Your teasing caresses
ever softly are taunting.



As easy as laughter,
we make love a pleasure.
Such personal moments
we savor and treasure.



Just building together
pulling dreams from the past.
Amazed at how easy;
in awe of how vast.



Our feelings grow stronger
as we learn day by day
how pleasing it can be
to put love on display.




Penned by
~ Pamela L. Serrilla ~
Plymouth MA, USA
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