Tell Me You That You Love Me

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Tell me in a whisper
That glides across my skin
Weave a trail of pebbles roused
that stir the need within

Tell me as you kiss me
And taunt me with forever
Pull away as if to stop
Make me beg, for you to never

Tell me with a gentle press
Against my precious gift
Stroke me there and hear my cries
As you set my soul adrift

Tell me with your wicked smile
How we are made for fantasy
Then pull me close, skin to skin, as you
Tell me that you love me