Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2014
Lust to the brink of insanity
Paying no heed to your vanity
A drink to the lips
A swing of the hips
Waiting is just a calamity

Fingertips warming your skin
Exciting those feelings within
Lay back on the bed
Let desires be fed
Is your head yet beginning to spin?
Unknown
Written by
Unknown  Prison of Freedom
(Prison of Freedom)   
717
   Amaranthine
Please log in to view and add comments on poems