by Turnice

As the clock strikes midnight
I lay here and wonder
What could help me through the night?

I feel your presence
Smelling that special aroma only you have

You begin to kiss me
In all the right places
A part of me becomes saturated
With the anticipation
Of what is about to happen

As I ride
Looking directly into your eyes
Your hands guide movement
To bring us to our peak

But I want more...
You are willing to oblige me

Pick me up
Carry me to the table
Letís finish what weíve started

Itís hot in here
My throat hoarse from moaning
We still arenít finished

I draw a bath
Then lead you to the steamy oasis
No words are spoken
As I spoil you with my touch
Massaging, stroking, exploring

So tell me,
Does this have to remain just a fantasy?
Or can you
Help me through the night?

Tonight by Turnice

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