Four Letter Words
She could tattoo
my body with
four letter words.
Literally litter me
with lust, then clean
me tastefully.
Mind melding
as her lips flow
down muscular
ripples
ending near
a quiet storm.
Feel my toss
and turn
as waters churn
boat rocking
rope gripping
anchor sinking.
My God what's next?
More hold ons
through quiet storms
and dirty words spoken
as she loves me
ever so tastefully.
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2017
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