take my body please don't make me wait you know what makes me roar whisper in my ear sing me a song touch me, make me sigh tease the hairs on my chest nibble my ear you know how that makes me feel hum a melody turn me on make me feel I am wonderful take my hand conceal it in your dark places give me a hint of tongue nibble the tip of my nose breathe on me where you like to use your hands upon my body sensuous and strong with a dribble of oil to help the kneading let me savor your sweet breath as you hover o'er me your hair tickling my belly lay your head on my chest flick my nipple with your tongue bite it with your teeth hold it there as I convulse giggle the way you do when you are pleasing me as you please yourself murmur unintelligible words words I understand take my body please
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Love ya!
Jane