Fill my glass with wine, then taste it on my lips. Whisper your needs in my ear, then bite my neck. Bask in the sun on a blanket, as you slide your hand under the hem of my skirt. Glide your fingers through my flaxen locks, then tighten your grip and pull. Stare into my eyes with your hand on my throat. Pluck a flower from the garden, then have me hold it between my teeth, as you make me moan. Take me, make me yours...
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On my journey towards him...
PoetrySo many roads...I see mine traveling to a man I wish I had met twenty years ago. Here is the poetry I have written to him from September 2014-February 2016 Seni çok seviyorum, sevgilim, sonsuza kadar.
