Penny L. Poore

Rookie (3/12/1970)

Summer of a Thousand Dreams (adult)


Softly kiss my body
Untying my bikini, exposing me
Mutter the words I long to hear
Moaning quietly drawing me near
Enchanting me with your fingers
Reeling in lust, your sent lingers

Opening the door of secret pleasure
Feeling my every crevice for good measure

Allowing your hands to freely roam

Tenderly under your breath you moan
Heat almost more then I can bear
One more time I'm almost there
Unity is our goal I must wait
Shuttering holding back fate
Anticipating your entrance as we become one
Needing you inside me before I come undone
Deeply you penetrate with your every inch

Delicious is the taste of our kiss
Releasing ecstasy my body begins to twist
Engulfing me yet I’m willing to drowned
Again and again no ending found
Morning will come oh to soon it seems
So Ill keep reliving the Summer of a Thousand Dreams

(Acrostic)

Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2008

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