Wanting
The feel of your lips next to mine,
My heart beats faster.
I've never been so exhilarated by the feel of some ones lips.
Your finger tips feel there way over my body,
Biting my lip in excitement,
Wanting to scream
Fists tighten waiting for a scream.
Pleasure over comes me.
Only a moan escapes.
posted by C.J @ 11:27 PM
1 Comments:
you definitely got the feeling of 'longing' across in this poem... and i am curious as to whether or not you had a name in mind when you wrote it?!.. love em.
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