He pinned me between his hips and his couch-
knelt over enough to kiss the blade of my back,
and to lap his tongue in the stream of sweat
meandering down the xylophone of my spine-
and when he tenderly tugged at my
neatly woven ribbon of my hair, I felt
the labor of his love pulse
between my thighs until they wept
with his semen.
And afterwards, he collapsed in my lap-
and I could do nothing, but feel
his heart beating in my chest.
U make this one sound tasty Amberlee, I give u major props grl. Peace and love Hippy Sav
Ms. Carter, I find many poems to sexual, but few to be sensual. Very well done. Aaron
Thanks Jake, for turning me on - ahem... to this poem, I mean. Wonderful job, Amberlee....is it hot in here? !
look who's back! and with a steamy billet-deux, no less! awesome, Amberlee. care to join me for a cold shower? Jake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amberlee: This poem is not that sweet-but definitely hot!