You’re different

You hold my hand and escort me to your room Kiss my lips gently while you caress my hands Pull the scrunchie out of my hair, now you’re running your fingers through my soft, brown hair I was fighting it, but I gave in Your kisses are some sort of spell Your caresses feel like magic You lay me on your bed and massage my feet Make your way up and you’re now massaging my neck, I feel your gentle kisses Slowly, you take off my clothes, I almost resist, but instead I assist You take off your clothes and … Continue reading You’re different