His Touch
Mouth salivates,
Body now levitates,
Heat surging in the night,
Soul prepped to take flight,
My flesh is longing to turn,
Forbidden urges to churn,
Seeking forbidden pleasure,
Demanding his measure,
Soaked so deep within,
The original deadly sin,
Kneeling to ground,
Make no sound,
I’m awaiting,
His touch.
(c)2016 PJ Bayliss
Copyright © Pj Bayliss | Year Posted 2016
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