She's weary of being his
tigress
Always the one to make the first
move
On the prowl for love
Tonight she wants to be used for his
pleasure
To feel him caress her from behind
as she stands in the darkness of
their living room
His strong hands squeezing her
firm full mounds of white chocolate
Knowing fingers teasing
rosebuds to bloom
The feel of his warm breath
on the nape of her neck
as his fiery kisses burn a trail
to the core of her desire
His hands all over her voluptuous
hips and the backs of her satin
thighs
Her black thong panties around
her ankles as his fingers slip
and slide inside her sugar walls
He bends her trembling body over
at the waist
She arches her back
in heated anticipation
raising her sweet butt
in the air
He enters her hot wet tunnel
to paradise from behind
Pumping, pushing and penetrating
her pleasure zone
until ecstasy washes over her
like a tidal wave
They kiss and embrace
Her passion awakened
because sometimes she just
wants to be taken
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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~Nikki~
Candy
~DAM~
at its best!
~~Linda~~
Yours poetically,
The African Poet.
Yes sometimes.
Peggy