Redo Part me I am an ocean Made rough By your hands Now slide in Discover the waves you made And drink me deep Oh, yes. Deeper Until I’m a storm of your making Calmed only by your lips
unmarked skin rich brown and soft giving off the heady aroma of aroused woman
we are poetry in motion up (in arms) down (the ladder) you make me… sigh oh! yes, you do and I’ll stay in motion with you
A force of sheer magnetism A force to be reckoned with A force of nature
Simple pose Simpler caress Transparent pieces Aroused skin Find the center Enter in
Balanced in that place between sleep and awake, he finds me there. Naked body warm, open, welcoming as he slips in beside to hold me. A large hand gripping my neck, squeezing to control from one breath… Inhale, squeeze, slow exhale… To the next. I am less asleep, more awake, but still teetering on dreams. …
Though loneliness creeps up Rolls in like a tide I’m comforted by the look in admiring eyes Through windows peering Focus intent Seeing hidden things Seeking out my true nature
I’d never call myself Cock hungry But after months And months Of none at all I may be just a little Starved
The rush of near discovery Fills me with adrenaline Leaves me shaking Contemplating damage control Because the many to view my breasts Should never include my pastor
A tease Just a little peek To pique your interest To keep your eyes firmly planted Right where they ought to be On me