by Marissa M Couchon
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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I caress my breast at the thought of you
You can inspire a multitude of erotic feelings
That must be sated, but how? What should I do?
My excitement grows, every text sends me reeling.
I must do something . . . do you feel it too?
When I'm all alone and everything goes dark
I think of you my mind and hands wander
caressing my breast and up my thighs
Slowly then faster touching my tenderest spot
Imagining/wishing your hands there as well *sighs*
Imagine me doing the same to you, it's amazingly hot
Every time the tension builds to a torrid beat
I hear a sound . . . but I can't stop, not now
an Orgasm so hard . . . I lift off my seat
I would do it with you now, but honestly, how?
Now my bed is all wet with juices and sweat
and I drift off to sleep and dream of you now
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|Reviewed by Sheila Graves (Reader)
|Reviewed by Lynn Warriner (Reader)
|I know of which you speak. These deep feelings must be acknowledged|
|Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
|Very hot, very daring, very honest......
|Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford
|I hate it when I stumble onto this kind of trash. How can you justify this as poetry? You should warn your readers.|
|Reviewed by Taylor Rigby-Meth (Reader)
|Wow! Not the kind of poem you see everyday, but I like it!|