That Look In Your Eyes When We Make Love

Your breath on my skin

Like a warm summer breeze.

You pull of your shirt

And my throat starts to squeeze.

I gaze at your torso…

Oh God, I need to sneeze!

Though my face is contorted

I beg of you, please

Know that you don’t disgust me

‘Xcept maybe your knees…

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