Passion Poem by Rhiannon Scase

He knows what I want and acts on that I pine
He kisses tenderly: sending shivers down my spine.
He studies my body with his hands bare
I breathe deeply, becoming greedy for air.
My mind clears as I stop concentrating
As he carresses my body in a way so invigorating.
I feel his manlyhood against my bare thigh
Moving upward provokingly causing me to sigh.
I encourage the tease as part as the fun
Then examine his body with my curious tounge.