You call me softly
You know what words will make me tick
That voice
That soft, manly, enticing voice
I hook my right arm about your neck
And hold my skirt up with my hand
You know I want you
Your hand trails
From my right hand
Down to where my skirt meets my leg
I am calling you to me
My bed is calling us
My body goes limp
As you carry me
Slowly and eagerly
Up the stairs
To my bed
Where you lay me down
The door is left open
For all to see
What happens between us
You remove your clothes
As I undress
Your sex standing so erect
You know that this
Is what I want
And.....
I want to make love
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