Strokes
Over here,
Roll your tongue on mine,
Let our tongues ignite
The passion between us;
Dawn to dusk
I have been yearning
For the taste of your slide.
With these strokes
Know I love you,
With these strokes
My body aches for you.
This brush and cream ice
Will paint your body over,
Place hills on your orbs,
Let my tongue wipe off
All this dirt off.
There is that part of you,
The erotic oasis,
Let my tongue swim it,
Roundabouts, up and down,
Sigh, fly angel,
You can't afford not to.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
