The Response
His feather soft touch on her sweaty skin,
it was right then she knew what she wanted;
He was everything that her soul needed;
With every stroke her senses start to spin,
running from him there was no way to win;
From unquenchable truth she always fled,
maybe that’s why it went straight to her head;
If love is a drug he’s the addiction;
The response of hungry lips let him know
all of her desire to ravage that trap;
Let out a scream inside his low whisper;
Why go so fast when you can take it slow?
For a moment you want an overlap;
Watching his eyes her body was on fire.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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