Desire March 25, 2016March 25, 2016 ~ Elizabeth Conte Author Desire A kiss below my neck Your hand upon my breast I lay naked for you to consume Worry not of my virtue Nor of your shame to posses me Just be one with me, while the moment allows Our secret never to be shared Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...