When you want something 

It’s when comes to me

In a voice rough,

Soft but certain

Looking at me, 

Closing door and I could see 

An anxious kiss coming

Over me, it’s the sweetest kind

Lips meeting, tasting desire

It was exchange of passions

The sureness in his movements 

When I find him next to me, 

I collapsed onto him

We hum, both all wound-up

Stiffened at my act of affection

But then relaxed, wanting 

All wrapped up in him. 

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