Love is a Contact SportA Poem by oneZtwoLLsWritten for a contestTo touch her body, To feel her warmth. Only then could my pleasure be released. Her body so sculpted, Her figure so moving I watch helplessly awaiting our touch. Yearning to feel her, Aching to hold her I reach out to the extreme. She jumps on my lap I pet her back. Love is a contact sport. © 2008 oneZtwoLLsReviews
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