Erotic Loving
Erotically through the
frustration and longing
for her I rip the french
cotton from her waist
but as the sweat pours
from my face and to see
her eyes in surprise as
she sees the intention
of what lies in wait.
Anxiously, I couldn't
wait to remove the straps
from around her twin,
unveiling a part of her
heaven I've waited to
explore within. Slowly
as time passes by with
our passions burning
high through this chilling
spring's night and with
the frost of steam clouding
each window panes she
exhale the pleasures of
her day.
Copyright © Andrew Vassell | Year Posted 2012
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