(933) The Forbidden Taste Poem by Melvina Germain

She cried as she touched her between the legs,
and shuttered at the feeling she felt.
She knew it was wrong she should be enraged,
instead she enjoyed what was dealt.

Tender touching, soft embracing,
fingers softly massaging her head.
Loud bursts of sighs resonate
a new experience being led.

She kissed back, a long hard kiss,
pulling tight her partners head and
the motion, the vibrant motion, hands
and body moving in sync.

Pressure rising, an erotic bliss,
never before had she felt like this.
A sensual moment, taken further
than she had ever been taken before.

She knew she must never, never again
open this sensual door.