Curl around me Cuddle me close Warm my body Warm my heart
Parted thighs The perfect cradle For a bobbing head Quick thrusting fingers And a wet teasing tongue
Hard thighs straddle the back of mine Looking for a tight squeeze or admiring the view? A press, a stinging slap A little of both is fine with me
If you could see my ass in these bottoms You’d thank God And pray About ways to get them off me Bathing Suit Season
Confidence is sexy Slow swagger Quick smile The right words Backed by reliable actions
Lips grazing lips A dancing tongue causes dancing hips Fast drips A wet mouth takes quick sips
Back in a familiar place. My return here has already been wrought with issues that have put me on edge. I’ll have to endure for a few weeks regardless. Surfing my archives, I realized it’s poetry month and I’d made no effort to honor the occasion. Here’s some old poetry to honor the changes my …
I need a reason To slip in a warm bath To lather up Getting my body ready Just for you
I get the most intense pleasure from peeling back my skin and watching the blood bead up and roll down Better my teeth to make me bleed than your words to cut me to the quick The pain of that pleasure is too much to take
A haiku I’ll pose for the lens A smile for the camera Breasts thrust, feet tucked