Make Love to me.
Allow ice cold fingertips to scorch my skin.
Make me molten.
Do it slowly.
Kiss my lower back.
Remind me that you are in control of the very base of me.
Let strong arms hold me tightly as strong hands remove tense fears from me.
Leave no piece untouched, unaffected.
Cradle my curiosity with the soft whisper of assurance.
Let it be real.
Natalie Fiawoo ® Blogging on the go...