The eyes begin to dance,
No more concern for romance.
A slight touch of the hand,
Weakness sets in and you cannot stand.
This passion yearns to be fed,
A tangled mess of naked flesh falls to the bed.
The nails claw and tear,
Hair and sweat are all you wear.
When lips touched, Niagara’s falls heightened up speed,
The waves crashed faster, so I just took the lead.
Emotions were high. Might as well call it weed,
DNA spilled profusely. You chose to let it bleed.
Me? I’m no angel. I’m guilty as charged,
Convicted of attraction. Eternally at large.
The judge should throw the book at my seductive soul,
Probation wouldn’t work. Control is my goal.
The whirring of the fan caresses my breast, hardening the nipple.
His eyes flash mischievously before lowering his head,
the lightness of his tongue dances along my throat,
inching its way closer, my skin tingling with anticipation.
Instead, he throws back the sheet, exposing me completely.
I gasp, try to pull back but he throws it to the floor.
Until it led me into exploration,
all I wanted was to feel that sensation.
That titillating penetration
that can only come from that one creation.
Statuesque, build with muscles or slender physique
white, milk or dark chocolate, yes they’re all me.
This insatiable appetite can only be fed
by giving in to what my body says.
Just friendly verse
The innocents of it all.
Was a volcano of passion
Ready to erupt.
The brush of our arms…
Next thing you knew
Our lips were locked
In a fiery kiss.
With an animalistic thrust
I pinned you
To the wall
My hand reached
Up your skirt
Letting your panties
I would breathe
if I could but
that would mean
letting you go.
So I hold a
gala for you
in the echoes
of my mouth.
As you dance
across my palate
I begin to savor
the sweetness of you,