Its gotta be penetration to get her up high
And if she's other than dry; then she is ready to fly
Her lips are moist and ready to own
She's hungry for more...
But gentle face is all that is shown
Desire and fire are what she lives by
Her skin is softly addictive and we are ready to mold...
I'm inside this entrapment of gold
Spirit is free but leaves her heart in the cold
Comfort she calls..... But what she needs is a wall
One that is mindful, and won't collapse but only stand tall
when making love becomes merely a sensation rather than the bonding of two souls....one of life's tragedies
this is a really good poem it's very enjoyable to read and think about..keep writing ~Hazel Green Eyes
lol that is amazing! one of my favs now! *10*! I love it and know that desire that you write about all too good. I know that fire as well. great write! *Purkey Girl*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hay.. nice. ever thought about writiong for mills and boon? lol