She cried as she touched her between the legs,
and shuttered at the feeling she felt.
She knew it was wrong she should be enraged,
instead she enjoyed what was dealt.
Tender touching, soft embracing,
fingers softly massaging her head.
Loud bursts of sighs resonate
a new experience being led.
She kissed back, a long hard kiss,
pulling tight her partners head and
the motion, the vibrant motion, hands
and body moving in sync.
Pressure rising, an erotic bliss,
never before had she felt like this.
A sensual moment, taken further
than she had ever been taken before.
She knew she must never, never again
open this sensual door.
fasinating, at the start i thought it was being forced in a bad way, but then as it goes on you realize she is discovering her sexuality, brilliantly done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this a lot... and can relate to it... which makes it better!