Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2011
My body is numb from my brian to my tongue
She looks through my soul like im sent from above
Beauty is hers and im captive she knows
But one thing I got is my wits for her curves
Spell bound the game is starting to crash
For here we are together tangled at last
We dont need no names for this skin reaction
Its just for the pleasure of our hearts compassion
Her body infused to my lusts full content
Truly this passing must be hell bent
Hot is the air moist from sweet breath
We both feel the need to call it a rest
Lay atop me she whispers my ear
To take her again and again and again
This night was passion from start to the end
And then she left with that green eyed grin
Jacob McCurrin
Written by
Jacob McCurrin
465
     Joel Emmanuel and Jacob McCurrin
Please log in to view and add comments on poems