The familiar rhythm
of your breath
roaming along the softness
within my thighs
I can feel your eyes
gazing up at me
amused by the
raging anticipation
my hips and their eager elevation
towards your lips
one lick
you tilt your head back and smile
as my wild thoughts
grip the bedsheets
bracing for the impact of another
my pleasure begins to leak
lids start to flutter
and I sink into him
my professional lover
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA growing Poetry collection for those esoterically inclined. Mystical Poetry for the Erotic/Romantic Mind. *EROS* The Black Bukowski
