I can play
with the lumps,of
and on,your breast,while
your hair,strands,golden
or brown,fall and caress
my face,and as you jerk
your torso,I know,its time
to slide my hands,down
into your pants,and feel
the skin that overlaps,
at the side,of the hips
and feel around,kissing
your collarbone,and tracing
it to your shoulder,reaching
underarms and the belly,knowing
how desperate,by now
I am,to fuck,you
but wait,my dear
are we in love?
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SEX...
PoetrySex is a series of poems that celebrate the fact that our bodies are awesome and pleasure is something that every human deserves and can enjoy it.It can be a doorway to much possibilities within oneself and bring well being if handled with care.It c...
