Tommy Dorsey Poet I do not know?

Coming Home To You

Wish I was coming home to you. I don't mean to complicate or mess up your life style. But 
the thing is, I was taken from the first time I look into your eyes. When we kissed, my mind 
was blown. I knew at that very moment I wanted to be in you life. Wish I was coming home to you.

To say good morning with breakfast in bed. Homemade squeezed juice after your hunger 
has been fed.  Running bath water, herbal scents, slowly caressing you until I have cleaned 
all spots. Drying your body, messaging with hot oils deep and watching the release of all 
tension spots. Wish I was coming home to you.

Let me dress you up and then dress you down. I am suspend by your figure. I'm a winner. 
I'm a winner. I'm a winner in bed with you. Spread your wings wide, passionate kisses on 
inner thighs, and let my hands and tongue find the secrets. Wish I was coming home to you.

Speak my name in deep soft breathes of pleasure. Pull me in close and deep, grip my love,
turn this cold being to a beast full of heat.  Positions and locations, all fantasies are a 
possibility. Wish I was coming home to you.

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Sharon Ruebel December 17, 2010 at 10:44 AM Hello Tommy, This poem is so intense and full of passion. So intimate and loving, you have chosen your words in a very particular way. I find this just beautiful. Thank you for sharing As Always, Shar

John Loving Iii December 16, 2010 at 11:44 AM dry your body, massageing, dress you up and down, spread your wings, hands and tongue. need any more elaboration and i'm sure the ladies of the soup will provide it. john

John Loving Iii December 16, 2010 at 9:31 AM perverted