Louis Charriez


Touch you softly.
Licking you slowly.
Wanting you while wearing silk.
Your hair wet.
Nails painted red.
Lie there on you side
My body up against yours.
Hands reaching yours.
Feet rubbing each other.
My lips on your neck.
The start of what one needs.
Let your mind wonder, with your eyes closed.
How will your orgasm arrive?

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 19, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, April 18, 2011

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