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The Love We Make

When you wrap your hand around the nape of my neck and give a gentle squeeze it reminds me that I am alive.
The bite that you give my shoulder blade makes me release a gasp of pleasure as goosebumps arise upon my entire body.
A sensation only you have ever given me.
Then, as I feel your tight grasp around my breasts, I know what you want.
The love I make to you is like no other.
The way out bodies dance with one other under the silk sheets.
You are more to me than the love we make.
©martina