I lay thinking of you visualizing our last intimate and intense moment we gaze into each others eyes seeing never ending passions. Our souls entwine our spirits lock, it must be Making Love.
My attempt to take myself there leaves me in the same spot I began in, lying there attempting to Make Love to myself, to be your hands, your eyes, your lips, your tongue, ummmmm...not even my touch is powerful enough to take me there, must be Making Love.
I need you, I long for your touch help me to release the creamy center. Speak speak to me I hear you oh such ecstasy but yet again my hands are not yours, my lips are not your, my eyes are not your, must be Making Love.
I can not look back at myself into eternity, You make Love to me, you engulf my body, my mind, my spirit, my soul. I need your touch...The Reality!!
