It is the curves my fingers chase,
Tongue in cheek performing the wet trace,
Hot and spicy she gobbles my mace,
Lifted lingerie in quest quickens the pace.
To lick and woo I enter the race,
Dripping saliva delights her face,
Cheeky panties in the tanga brace,
Scepter in arms slips tightly with grace.
Silky strife on the edge with dances,
Fair skin in fulminate romances,
In illusions she takes chances,
With yearnings makes her advances.
Crossed strings in laced garter belt upsets,
Quandary in her outbursts connects,
Single carnal seduction she accepts,
Touched with desire enjoys its effects.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sober and artistic touch of sensuality …and very much expressive…still subtle… Coinages are exquisite…and thanks for sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10