Erotic Poetry. . .: Part 3

I open the door and their is a rush of anticipation

of bodies touching - poetry in motion.

You come in, we begin to reminisce,

and over a short period of time we begin to kiss.

Me feeling your breasts, your body I want to caress,

us taking clothes off -my house - a mess.

 

I'm going to start it from the top,

and I'm going to keep it moving until I find that spot.

Lay on your back, from the front I'll go deep,

losing much sleep from you singing my name like a symphony.

In and out, in and out.

Me going deeper; you're moaning louder - peaking.

In and out, in and out. . .

Feeling your body scream

eyes rolling back, making your body cream

 

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Post Script::

Just to keep the story straight -

I'm a virgin, and have yet to kiss or be kissed . . .