I love when you make love to my soul,
I behold the truth that lies within us.
You mean more to me than anyone that I know.
Making love to my soul is beautiful,
You love me for me. I love you for you.
I make love to your soul also.
I cherish everything that we do, and that we have ever done.
I begun to realize that making love to you is all I want to do.
I only want to make love to you, physically, mentally, and socially.
I emotionally cry when things go wrong.
The love that we have for each other is beautiful.
I love making love to you.
You make my body feel so right in your arms.
Your gentle touches that mean so much.
I love making love to you.
You know every spot in my body.
My body only recognizes your touch
Because I am used to making love to you.
To you and only you. Once again emotionally
I cry when things go wrong, but from that
I became strong just like you did.
Us making love becomes better.
Forever I will remember how you made me feel
When you made love to me.
Both of our bodies touching, and were yearning for more.
I store my fantasies within, not letting you know my secrets,
About the art of making love.
I breathe harder as you breathe harder.
Were realizing that we need each other more than we expect it.
I accept the fact that the love that we have ever
Made was beautiful, and for that reason.
I will only make love to you.
Physically, mentally and socially.
Emotionally I will cry out for you.
Because the way that you make me feel
When were Making Love
Submitted: August 18th, 2003
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