Friday, March 4, 2011

You & I

Lets make dinner,
you and I.
I can't cook,
but I can try.

I make this promise... to be there,
and never just expect.
To heat the oven, set the table,
and lay soft kisses on your neck.

Ill say "I love you" in your ear,
as I caress your soft waste line.
Ill peal potatoes, stir the sauce,
so grateful that your mine.

And as I flirt, I'll appreciate
all the little things you do.
I'll cut tomatoes really quick,
and then turn back to you.

I'll prep the bowl of lettuce,
and then I'll press you close.
Run fingers slowly up your back,
sending shivers to your toes.

As preparations move along,
down your skirt my hands may run.
To catch your breath, turn you on,
and make you light up like the sun.

If hot and heavy we become,
and you just can't keep control.
Ill grind against your hips real slow,
to ignite your inner soul.

You take my hands, look in my eyes.
and squeeze with sheer delight.
A look of raw emotions says,
you wont wait until tonight!!

Sweet passionate our kisses,
as I brush aside your hair.
Ill carry you right down the hall,

~~~~~~~~ or ~~~~~~~~~

we'll have our way right there!

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