Sunday, March 1, 2009

Your pleasure first. (Poem)

Your quickened haste and reddened face,
Turns to perky points and moistened lace.
You close your eyes the room goes dark,
Sensations heighten your breaths are sharp.
You feel the things you want and need,
You sigh and growl, then beg and plead.
My lips on yours the time is here,
Shake and shudder, as I sooth with kisses behind your ear...

3 comments:

  1. i was looking at your tweets from around the time that this was posted and giggled at the conversation that was had so that our audience couldnt see .. and it is still all mine. incredible .. love you bunches bye

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