Her hair
covers my face
she
kisses my mouth
kisses my kisses.
She chuckles.
I stroke her hair.
She sways &
...moves.
Her hair
covers my chest.
She
titillates a nipple
...it tickles.
I run my fingers
through her hair.
She sashays &
...moves.
Her hair
covers my navel
& there...&
there...abouts!
I…almost beside myself
neither...here...nor... there...
Lost in the anywhere
of an everywhere.
I clutch
her hair.
She shimmies &
...moves.
Her hair
covers my crotch.
She
licks it
into shape.
She
goes to say
something
it’s on
the tip of
her tongue.
But, she says nothing
only: “Mmmmm...! ”
& smiles
...smiles.
I close
my eyes.
My hands
entangled in
her hair.
*******
TREAD SOFTLY
We rest on the bed
your head rests against my head
sharing the same dream.
All I can say is I cannot believe they put this one on...and won't let you put on the one about the red plaid skirt? ? ? ? Have they lost their minds! ! ? ? ? ?
Oh this is very lucious and loving. I adore the movement down the page and the visitation of the body as it advances down. Very sexy and sensual. A real mmmm of a poem! Love.....it! I am hopelessly entangled in your poems. Dee Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how the kisses advance down the body...taking no prisoners...and although it isn't all stated...we can see...everything! I like the chuckels...tickles and the hair swaying and sashaying and shimmying and...moving away.I like how you have structured the movement into it and how loving and lusty it is. love GinaXXX