Feverish****asavvy1
Passionately we kiss.
True romance,
I scroll,
softly kiss the collarbone.
Grab my lance!
lets dance,
on sheets of satin,
moan for me in Latin.
We both knew this would happen.
I feel you yearning,
body churning.
I'm learning,
your hot spots.
Burning,
feverish,
my swager
tied in love knots.
Palms a little sweaty,
bug-eyed by
your back-shot..
For months we have been ducking each other,
friendly exchanges, flirtatious winks,
and booty slapping
in passing.
Masking,
our true feelings,
lasting impressions, left silent
in our daily dealings.
Evolved finally into
sexual healing..
Dripping,
sweat soaked,
provoked,
under my yoke,
I stroke.....
Jared Pickett
1/19/2010
Asavvy1
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010
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