Poem of love's passion |
If I call , will you come to me? Will you take me in your arms And hold me tight? Feel that? My heart beats Faster as I hold you back. Put your hands on my breast Hear my moan, feel my desire. I feel the hardness of your love. Tight and warm, my love responds. Taste my lips, here on my face. Kiss my neck and rub my hair. Hands touch secret places Tongues entwine, exploring. Softly moaning, I take your hand. Place it within my silky place. Feel that? My heart makes the Rivers flow. Slide your fingers Deep within. Feel its heat and soft Embrace. Touch me harder, faster And make me groan. My hand holds Yours to my spot. Smoothly, softly I find your rhythm. Sweet wet love Binds us tight. Look in my eyes as you make me smile. Head back, I ride the wave you're making. Faster, deeper, harder you take me Up the mountain and over the top. Thankful the wall holds me, your lips slide down. Taste the climax of my desire. The essence of my passion overflows. I look down and find your eyes. A man starved, you devour my feast; face slick with the juices of the Sweet box you delightfully taste. Do you feel that? Each lick makes my box open and shut. I need you to fill it. Fill it completely with the source of your manhood. I pull you up, up, up. My fingers grasp and hold you tight. My velvet glove draws you in. Breathe in the beauty of a man. Twisting and turning, the rhythm of forever. Plunging, thrusting you make me moan once more. Legs wrapped, I pull you in. Tightening, tingling, I grip you and meet you in that place. Do you feel that? Slippery, satiny, each beat of my heart causes my walls to sweat. We dance a dance to passion's tune. |