MAKING LOVE

©2003 Elizabeth L. Clark
 

It's like a dream... touching skin soft as silk, feeling kisses gentle as a butterfly. Tender moans, gasps of pleasure as we make love.

I taste your skin, moaning as the sweetness fills my mouth. Breast to breast, sweat slick skin rubbing, creating a delicious heat that makes me melt. Lips pressed together, tongues dancing in sweet abandon.

Hands, soft, strong caressing, teasing. You are a sweet addiction. One touch from you and I am lost, gladly, willingly.

I am on fire as my mouth finds your rigid tips, as fingers move to make you writhe in need. You are a Goddess in a sensual temple and I am a devoted priestess, worshipping eagerly at your altar.

You command me with sighs, touches and moans. I am at your sweet mercy beloved. Touch me and I obey with my cries of loving passion.

Wine is your kisses, food the nectar that flows from your sweet valley. Let me make your valley wet with passion and make your heart fill with love.

Hear my moans of desire, feel me tremble in your embrace. I am yours, skin to skin, heart to heart.