This Feeling
His kiss whispers with blood pulsing anxiously
The eagerness of his mouth tastes honey sweet
His lips have me clutching him frantically
Within dim light, his eyes and my own eyes meet
Slow, soft passion has me yearning happily
In his hands, my heart feels the marvel of heat
Where he goes is surely where I need to be
Nothing can stop the feeling this brings to me
November 28, 2019
Love Me Like You Mean It Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
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