The Craving
The day passes slowly
Again I'm craving you
Still taste you on my lips
I still smell you
your sweetness lingers
arousing my senses.
I want to hear you moan again
to be there again
cradled between your chocolate thighs
to please you again.
Remnants of you this evening
such slow sips
the way you turned
tossed and flipped
My sheets now moist
misplaced and ripped
I reach for the phone
to call you,
Wake up my love
I'm craving you...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2015
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