Pascale Ost

Rookie (21-11-1970 / Antwerp)

The Touch - Poem by Pascale Ost

Sitting on your lap,
Touching your face,
My hand strokes your hair,
Moving down caressing your neck.

My hands comes together,
When I touch your breasts,
I see your nipples hardened.

I look up,
See your smile,
See your eyes,
Asking for more.

I plant a little kiss,
On your belly.
I feel your body,
I feel your skin,

You take my hands,
Placing them on your hips.
I let myself fall down,
On my knees.
My fingers touching,
Your thighs.
Making circles,
On your knees.

You take me head,
With your hands,
Pulling it up,
Looking in my eyes.
I see desire.
I see lust.
I see hungry.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 21, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

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