Raging Poem by Marie WardAlonge

Rock me baby and give me pleasure.
I shall meet you halfway with your bedtime endeavors.
Kiss my lips and make me blush.
Anticipation will come with that delicious rush.

Shift to the right-shift to the left or perhaps, down in the middle.
Give me a lot not just a little.
Keep me soaring until I take flight.
Endurance is the key to this illustrious night.
Explore my peaks and make me quiver.
Keep this loving flowing until my hair turns silver.

And so you know, I am not a selfish lover,
As you will soon discover.
Giving me inspirations,
Your reward will be my reciprocation.

Whether you decide to turn off the lights,
I promise you baby, I won't bite.
And when we have come to our homestretch of love,
Let's start it over and make it fit like a glove.

All this enticement is so engaging.
Let me end this poem,
For my hormones are raging.