The essence of ecstasy
rests in your hands
say what you want
& I'll fall to your demands
Soft moans
make every kiss mean so much
& oddly enough...
you tickle from my touch
the kind of passion
that make the walls sweat
left hungry for more
no room for regret
hour... after... hour
your flesh I'll devour
dragging my bottom lip
up your inner thigh
now do we
see eye to eye
so? do you understand
or is it still too complex
I want to make love to you
sex
nipple 2 nipple
neck nibbles
whats in the middle
o' she giggles
This was the first poem I ever sold. A cell mate saw me writing and asked if I could write him a poem for his girl. I got two snickers bars. I hadn't had a candy bar in a few months. It was like heaven.
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