My pale skin seems even more bare
I’ll take your hand and touch me there
Reaching down underneath
My clothes your hands are beneath
Going further into my mind
Your soul I want to unwind
Whisper overtop of my head
I’ll absorb the words you have said
Take your imagination and run wild
Spank me like a naughty child
Skin burning just as a rose
My eyes scream above my nose
My pale skin seems even more bare
I reach for your hand, you’re not there
This is a sexy, naughty, poem. I feel like going wild right now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a lovely play with words which adds to a wonderful flow here. pastel shades wrap her in soothing songs time melts away and she slips through the layers of her cotton covered losses. My favorite: great use of imagery, well done!