Your fingertips graze across my skin...
Soft lips gently caress my warm flesh...
Exquisite pleasure building within...
A sinful lust you can't hold back...
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An epic poem Elizabeth, your child will always know desire, the desire to be wanted, to have tasted the needs of two human beings, bring them into this world knowing love
i enjoyed the poem until i got to the end and you basically say your child ruined your lives... let me just say that not all of us become pregnant by planning it but either way a child is a blessing and not a curse that ruins lives all i can say is if you feel that way maybe being a parent is'nt the right thing for you