Captive Love
He touched my thigh
Ever so gently, with his fingertips
And left me feeling, aroused.
His breath was warm,
I could smell his scent,
Inviting, and captivating.
His hushed voice took me away
To a tranquil place, and its melody,
Held me, hostage.
I could see in his eyes
The truth, and a love that was
Innocent, and exciting.
When we kissed, I could
Taste the fruit of passion,
It left me wanting, longing ...
Shay
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