"arrousung" poems
My body
warm against
your naked back...
as your curves
mould gently
fitting mine
drawing
me close.
The scent of your hair
and sheet warmed skin
arrousung
my inner beast
my primevil needs.
Morning arises in your
willing smile
as we
slow dance to our own beat...
once more.
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 7:47 AM UTC
Free me I begged you free me
Free me from loving you
Accepting you
Supporting you
Arrousung you
Thrilling you
Falling victim to you
And in the end it was me
Who freed me
From you!
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 1:56 AM UTC