To feel one kiss a breath on cheek,
with moist full lips that brush your lust,
torment the game of hide and seek,
a lingering caress foment,
arouse desire from hunger's dust,
fragmented thoughts passions consent.
In shadows trails to hardened need,
when licks of love entice the fire,
the heated draw inside to feed,
surround the pulse of your desire,
inhaling scent releasing seed,
where passion dreams of bliss aspire.
Refresh salacious craving grip,
seduce succulence from my lip.
© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.
Toko Bunga Wates
4 years ago
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