An erotic poem
When lips caress, as my hands roam over my darling's flesh,
Teasing through shearest dress,
How could I love you, more or less?
With soft movements and your whispered needs,
Rustling fabric as your self is revealed while I remove imprisoning tress,
From your eye to swelling breast, upon whos tips my fingers eager linger,
The sweet blushed nipple my lips eager feast,
Of feminine delights, you breasts are far from least...
Hands on ribs then spine from one to other slither,
The sensous joy of this makes Leah shiver,
Rising desire her search out my manhood, which for her joyous quivers,
My lips part in lover's joy around your teat the barest sliver,
Down the back of my soulmate my fingertips skate,
Rising, chilling heat makes her undulate and shake,
Across soft wonderland of female belly,
Which trailing tongue makes shake like firm jelly,
Thus with kisses and suckling deed,
In your womb I help rouse your need,
As slim finger my heavy sack gently kneed,
You make rise in me boiling seed.
Gasps of loving lust, and to our bed we must,
To each other's sex mouths soft kisses eager dust,
The enchantment of lover's flesh, sweet taste tongues eager wend,
Oh the filling passion our minds surely rend!
Teasing, sucking, with loving hearts bursting, we ecstatic spend,
Each greatful drinking other's soul and flesh in love's perfect blend....