Poem: My Love

Hands underneath my shirt
I try to focus what’s inside the saucepan
Teasing skin of front pubic
Biting bottom lip refused to moan
The sound of cuff over your wrist
and mine
Grabbing my finger to coat the mixture
Licking, eyes closed like popsicle
I take our love like brand new, each day
The ramification, no rush, no integrity

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2 thoughts on “Poem: My Love

  1. andy1076 October 3, 2013 at 8:28 pm Reply

    wow..!! steamy 😉

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