Sex Poem

Touching me
feeling me
lust can be so freeing
a lick
a kiss
no this I wouldn't miss
hungry eyes
devouring smiles
I think I'm lost in bliss
tender carresses
pressure on my center
wonder how long I can hold it together
passion raging
breath dragging
screaming in exstacy
cuddling close
having lost control
It was all worth it
This I know

Popular posts from this blog

The Grief Of A Daughter

ethereal feelings