Gone Poem by Tee'k Aminu

I feel tickles from her touches
Kisses and caresses
Blown me away from myself
Like the tornadoes of the North
In ember month

My senses went wide
In the moments we cuddled
And sent me off balance
Where I stood
In my artless desires

Sweet words I whispered
While she toil her hands
Through my hair down my chest
Tenderly, boldly and naughtily
In a playful yet full of emotions.

She groans the guilt in her heart
Like-wise I but softly through every tickles created
In Her touches sent through my feet
As we explore the moment of heat
In passion and rare magic.