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A Lady's Choice

Alone.
Inside the room.
Heat making the walls melt.
The need to want.
To feeling of being wanted.
Makes me let everything go.
I fall back onto the bed,
underneath of his weight.
Blushing as his mouth brush over my neck,
my cheeks, my mouth.
Kissing away every breath in my chest.
Clothes stripped off,
as if shedding an unwanted skin.
So that I may be embrace
And embrace,
under tenderness
and love.
I feel pressure building,
inside...
inside...
inside...
inside of...

Tight embraces,
and blush worthy kisses.
Make me hide my face behind my hands,
I dare tears to spill from my eyes.
Because this feeling,
is just so...
So beautiful.

Is it,
the definition of
what it means to makes love.
To feel to tension
of another living soul,
join you in somewhere between
the rush of energy and that calm safety
that love doth know.

I drink in the heat,
that's being absorbed deep inside me.
Holding me against him,
holding me close to him.
Making me blush.
Making me sigh heavily.
Making me cry out with pleasure.

This is the feeling of being...
wanted
needed
and loved.

Never forget love.
This is not an act of morals.
Of what is right and wrong.
Of how easy it is for someone
do get someone else to do this with them.
No.

Is it not called making love?
So then, isn't that doth not what we have made.
Love.
Sweat dripping.
Blush festering.
Mind racing.
Body spasming.
Bodies embracing.

This is love.
And it is my choice to feel.
To feel loved.
To feel needed.
To feel wanted.
To Hold and be held.
To kiss and be kissed.
To touch and be touched.
To love and be loved.

And that is the lady's choice.