In these long days
Of summery heat
Stirring passionate desire,
I could live like a modern savage
Feasting deliriously on your flesh,
Wild ceaseless kisses upon your neck,
Your lipstick mouth deliciously wet,
Your body spread open naked for me
On a clean white bed sheet,
Your soft silk-like hands
Finding my manhood,
Guiding me into lovely warm currents
Of feminine fluid
Where I can drown intoxicated
Biting your thighs
Until my mouth discovers
The ultimate tenderness.
I think you should have called this one 'Prelude' Uriah. Very stimulating poem if I may say so. Bon Appetit.! Love Ernestine XXX
Sensual! Delicious! Romantic! Hot...and 'nasty'! I love it!
'In summer the song sings itself'.-William Carlos Williams. Lovely work, Uriah. Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes summer has got that effect on us...smiling...this poem is dangerous, sensual..and wonderful...please deliver 55564779987777 ice cubs at once! ! Pia