My Hair Is Tangled Up Poem by Emma R. Kessler

My Hair Is Tangled Up



My hair is tangled up
From you laying me down
Pulse and a thump
Blood in my neck: pound

Lips stealing my lungs
Teasing my desire
Every touch and tongue
Wound up tighter

No spectacular tricks Darling
Simply your skin on my skin
Making my synapses sing
You push me to the edge of sin

Monday, September 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
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