Cold hard wood floors Toes that tip into bed How your arm reaches for me And your fingers canvas my skin I turn to your embrace And then inhale your air As wet traces hit my leg I have to stop and stare Marvel at your beauty Become transfixed with you As your fingers glide easily in And touch my core my Root So the adventure begins When hands greet and bodies meet and even cold hard wood floors began to heat We both vibrate with passion by a simple touch As lips outline every curve in places needed much if only walls could talk what secrets would they tell? hang an "out of service" tag on the door until we know each other well Steamy windows Steamy mirrors from the fire we light as one In the heat of passion I arrive and you %#&@$! ...........and then some
