"clotheing" poems
We lay in bed,
begin to kiss,
his hands,
run all over me,
piece by piece,
articles of clotheing
come off,
until its just
our nakes bodys
pressed together,
he slowly
spreads my legs,
and slides himself
into me,
our bodys move as one,
as we begin to make love,
the thrusting,
the *******
is magical,
the way we move together
is so natural,
is so perfect,
to feel him,
slide in and out of me,
getting harder,
going depper,
filling me
with his ***
making us both moan,
in total pleasure,
our bodys relax,
and lay beside one antoher,
in our bed,
feling our warmth,
we hold eachother tightly,
and fall asleep,
in eachothers arms,
after a kiss,
just like it all began.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 4:38 PM UTC