Treasure Island

Michelle Exantus


Unexplainable Pleasure


I am unable to
explain
How his body
entertains
My personal needs.

He suceeds to
please.
But love to
tease
My fragile
body.

He holds me close.
Slowly stripping my
clothes.
To
expose
what lay underneath.

His body
consoles me.

His light
touch
Turned into a painful
clutch,
As he digged deep
within.
He stretched my inner
Skin.
On his face lay a
grin
which never seemed to
end.

I pretend like it
didn't hurt.
He licked my stomach like
a frozen dessert,
This was just
a little flirt.

I love his
body.
Making me turn
extremely naughty.

But in his
eyes,
He looks at my body
in surprise.
I looked down in love wtih
his size.
I could fill my temperature
rise
as his hand skimmed my
thighs.
Loving the sound of my
muffled cries.

Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2008
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