Your Hands, Your Touch Poem by James Bost

hod me throw me down
rub my back and make a sexy sound
whisper in my ear tell me something nice
blow a cool breeze up my chest like ice
aint nothing like the night sky
but until i look into those eyes
your touch is a 24 hour affection
damn i get those early morning errections
the smooth delicious taste
take me right outta my place
your driving me crazy outta my head
we own the night let it happen in my bed
spread your body ova me
mmmmm the romance wen u oiling me
your lips on mines
turn me blind