Oct 2013
Soft ******* stiffen,
Slick with sweat.
Involuntary moans
Released from an unwilling throat
Pierce the night
With need.
Where are you?
Where are you now?
I dare you to resist me
I dare you to deny me
What I need.
I am savouring
The mouthfeel of our joining
In my dreams.
Come, come,
This is the way to the feast.
Slick with sweat.
Involuntary moans
Released from an unwilling throat
Pierce the night
With need.
Where are you?
Where are you now?
I dare you to resist me
I dare you to deny me
What I need.
I am savouring
The mouthfeel of our joining
In my dreams.
Come, come,
This is the way to the feast.
I added this poem late last night then deleted it because I felt a bit self conscious about it - but I re-read it and decided to get over myself and post it again!! :-D
