His Touch

His hands wove erotic caresses

As the hairs on my neck stood on end

Then slowly, his lips meet mine

Touching my warm moist lips.

 

I surrendered to treasures he offered

Through the tingling of his fleshy fingers

Wrapping myself in his embrace

I gave way to his seduction.

© Hazel

◄ A Poem of Idioms

Waves ►

Comments

No comments posted yet.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses only functional cookies that are essential to the operation of the site. We do not use cookies related to advertising or tracking. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message