Marcus Poem by Ramona Thompson

Make no mistake about it that someday this man is gonna be mine
All sensual talent and tattooed heated muscle
Restless hunger for him keeps me awake all night long I swear
Can't wait to feel his desire one hot night moaning beneath my own
Until that ulimate moment of sexual bliss and afterglow comes, I will wait for him breathless
Softly whispering his name as I caress the wet purring emotion of my own moist arousal

Daydreaming of him and that first night when at last he makes sweet, sweet love to me

2008 Ramona Thompson