His Wicked Game
The unforgettable wild stare in his eyes
?The tenderness in his raspy voice,
?His slow lingering touch melts my core
?The caress of his lips on my neck,
The rising heat consumes me
?He knows he has me right where he wants me,
Pushed on to the bed.
?Lying naked before his wicked his smile,
One last look taken,
?One last touch felt,
?One last kiss tasted,
He left me lying on the bed in a heated mess.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment