You make me wonna holla
maybe even jump and scream.
The way you love me, woman
can only be called supreme.
The magic of your touch
like a heavenly spark
and oh, my love, your kiss
just like a lightning arc.
I tremble in your arms
when we make love like that.
All the dreams I ever had
now are truly called a fact.
I need only to repeat
love your arms round my collar
and all those joyous screams
damn, you make me wonna holla.
Del Cano 2004 August
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2 comments:
*GRIN* What an outburst of joy! You made me laugh with delight in this one! Truly a passionate write, my friend!
Hugs!
Chris
I will have to come back to this one..........After I get home from Church..........LOL
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