I could read her, imagine the next chapter
before she had time to write it all down
I knew her and she thought she knew me
I delighted to anticipate her deep hunger
being an element of her wildest fantasies
I knew that she often imagined her hands
tangled in my hair; making passionate love
in the candlelit confines of my brass bed
she could feel my heart beat against hers
in the stillness of her too lonely midnight
she could feel the fire of my lips on hers
my wandering tongue tasting her finest wine
she liked to be on top; being more than happy
to indulge her desires I became her saddle
soft, hot leather, broken in from hard rides
galloping down a trail of sensual pleasures
I could read her, I knew the next chapter
would sizzle and be rated XX for adults only
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Lady Vivian
Ron
Wow this is sizzling!
I feel as though you can read my mind!
See right through me. Amazing poetry!
Peace and love
Amber