Sexy poem from a lover
Heavy breathing on your neck,
a precursor to this night's trek.
Lightly touching here and there,
caresses on your golden hair.
Neither body can stand to wait
but we'll do just that before we sate.
Vibration from your skin so sweet
when lips and frame come towards to meet.
Tongues now twine into each other,
gyrating hips that seek to smother.
Darling girl, forever mine,
let me stroke your perfect spine.
I can't wait to hear your moans
and give you pleasure to your bones.
So let's undress and to the dark
have ourselves a lovely lark.
· Thu Feb 14, 2013 @ 01:31pm · 0 Comments