"twerking" poems - Hello Poetry

Umm, the presence and scent of a man Magnetic attraction where his feet stands His natural body charismatic aroma Element of charms, seeping to awaken a woman out a sensual coma Is it his eyes, the soul behind his life’s mysteries Flirtation in his smile, tells me he has an undercover ****** history It is his nose that smells out my charms An enticing deep baritone voice, his spoken words, which turns me on Is it the erratic heartbeat he has for a woman, his passionate relent Stealing my breath, as he tenderly seals my lips in an impassioned moment of content The strength in his biceps His triceps Strong, yet such comforting arms An epitome of steel, circled around a woman in winter life’s storms In the cold of night, his body providing your heated warmth His chest, a hard pillow to tell your doubts, your uncertainties, your fears Pulling you closer onto it, his reassuring words eradicating your tears His intellectual mind to think as a man A stimulating, slam bam and thank you ma’am, or your personal grand slam His weakening love, taking your body beyond the stars Woman from Venus, my handsome Man for Mars His groin, and his family jewels from which it springs forth Erected compass of his wand now pointing North A woman’s reservation to tease, please, stroke, or allow it to choke His loud murmurs shadowing your moans, echoing in the wind **** I love the presence of men, and his undulated carnal sins From the first taste of honey dipped Butter *** me As his giving oral fixation is traveling free Freeing the elixir of juices that deems to flee His hairy legs as he stands to lift my weight In the shower, no wait, as I anticipate Hooking my twerking bait His physique in general…Oh, God thank you Without the scent of a man, we women would not know what to do Your presence to a woman is our earthly food Our je ne sais quoi for our every ****** mood Rather you are standing, lying still, or upside down The blissful 69 number conquered as we’re fooling around My Dream Weaver My distance heartbeat receiver His dripping sweat Droplets to my skin have been met The presence and scent of a man holds me throughout the night as our eyes finally rest

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Sep 12, 2018

Sep 12, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC

MyValentine

The Scent Of A Man

Umm, the presence and scent of a man Magnetic attraction where his feet stands His natural body charismatic aroma Element of charms, seeping to awaken a woman out a sensual coma Is it his eyes, the soul behind his life’s mysteries Flirtation in his smile, tells me he has an undercover ****** history It is his nose that smells out my charms An enticing deep baritone voice, his spoken words, which turns me on Is it the erratic heartbeat he has for a woman, his passionate relent Stealing my breath, as he tenderly seals my lips in an impassioned moment of content The strength in his biceps His triceps Strong, yet such comforting arms An epitome of steel, circled around a woman in winter life’s storms In the cold of night, his body providing your heated warmth His chest, a hard pillow to tell your doubts, your uncertainties, your fears Pulling you closer onto it, his reassuring words eradicating your tears His intellectual mind to think as a man A stimulating, slam bam and thank you ma’am, or your personal grand slam His weakening love, taking your body beyond the stars Woman from Venus, my handsome Man for Mars His groin, and his family jewels from which it springs forth Erected compass of his wand now pointing North A woman’s reservation to tease, please, stroke, or allow it to choke His loud murmurs shadowing your moans, echoing in the wind **** I love the presence of men, and his undulated carnal sins From the first taste of honey dipped Butter *** me As his giving oral fixation is traveling free Freeing the elixir of juices that deems to flee His hairy legs as he stands to lift my weight In the shower, no wait, as I anticipate Hooking my twerking bait His physique in general…Oh, God thank you Without the scent of a man, we women would not know what to do Your presence to a woman is our earthly food Our je ne sais quoi for our every ****** mood Rather you are standing, lying still, or upside down The blissful 69 number conquered as we’re fooling around My Dream Weaver My distance heartbeat receiver His dripping sweat Droplets to my skin have been met The presence and scent of a man holds me throughout the night as our eyes finally rest