Gentle Caress Ends with White Dress

I love your hair and eyes. It is me looking at me in the mirror with ***** tunneling through. I will not look at my chest for you. You are voodoo then. My tongue will not move for you. Someone outside looking on. I turn and you are in front of me. You grab me and kiss with passion and spirit. I move back and say let's play in here. Like a deer I lead you to my bed. Your face is red. No sex, just be with me. We are under the covers immediately. I move near and you return to my lips. There is fire as I roam in your pepperment home. It is strong your energy and force with me. I fall back and you kiss down my neck. You feel my chest and I try to relax. Tame me then blame me comes in my head and I grab your hand and look up. History is no mystery. Please start with thoughts that are gentle. I am more than a key, there is violence in my locket when I am with HOCKEY. I see lava and the flow is in me. Volcano is my ability, and now the valley has made me earthquake. HE is arrogant, I am suppression. Now you lie back and attack verbally. Before you say that this is too much of a hassle, create a castle in your head. I get up in a white dress. Harry enters, takes my hand, and we fly away.