Touch me
Not my mind
I don’t need mental stimulation
Touch my breasts
Feel them harden
Beneath your hands
Touch me
Not my soul
I don’t need divine intervention
I need sex in its purest form
Touch my body
There
The spot that always pleases
Take me now
Before I come to my senses
Touch me
It’s been too long
And I need to be touched
There
I long to be touched
There
Sue, I'm reading this and can't believe, I wrote almost the identical poem, never posted it.Wonderful images;-)
Eileen
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 5, 2005
Very bashful write...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 5, 2005
Don't beat around the bush (snicker, snicker, yuk, yuk) come right out and say what you meand. LOL Gotta love it. Now that the fun is out of the way, I liked this poem and admire you for being able to write it in the exact and dynamic way that you did. Good to the nth!
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Hey, no, go ahead! No need for cold showers! Way to go girl!!!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Regis
Love Tinka
Sage
Eileen
Take care,
Sherry
he is so lucky
Felix
sensual.
nice.
TX