Wild, uninhibited free to be me.
Not wanting to conform to the image of a 'Mom'
I am a woman. Desire burns in me.
Wanting, needing, waiting to be caressed.
I will be your 'whore'
Yours and yours alone.
Use me.
I yearn for your touch.
Fill me with your love..
Quench my thirst.
In the morning I am left wanting more.
I will arise put on my day face
With a twinkle in my eye.
vonda it does feel good. a similar emotion expressed in my 'mother.' i do understand. it's poetry by all means. i too had this inhibition when i started off once upon a time. cheer indira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bold as you can possibly be..i love this one