I pay little mind to anything else in the room where I’m “at”
The clock’s ticking or the water dripping doesn’t distract
Me from believing that she is still the answer to my prayers
And she will be mine forever as long as I can own her scent
Fantasizing her every move has fueled my uncontrollable desire
To take her in my arms and peel away the layers of her ageless beauty
Stripping her naked and revealing at last the sacrament of virginity
I myself lack
For although she has serviced me many times over the years
I have not once violated her trust with my dirty minded fingers
As I trace my name next to the mole on her dimpled shoulder…
2007 © T Sheridan
Sounds like your passion may have slipped over into that 'L' word.....great write. mm.xo
for a moment i thought of courtney kane, ,10
my dirty minded fingers. i should cut off my hands when they get together. they actually make me touch strange women, when my 'thoughts' are on some good lookin' woman. and that's when... i 'actually' send my body to help out and get on it too. one word to describe... my dirty minded fingers... HORNY. lol take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're not a virgin? I'm falling over myself here. Next you'll tell me Father Christmas doesn't exist. Stop breaking the illusions1 Ted.... I love it. t x