The pleasure
Within your fingertips
Makes me
Fall into sensualistic bliss
The softness
Of your feather like kisses
My heart
Flips and its beat, misses
Your hand
Your anatomy of joy
A bite
Playfully, I act all coy
The pressure
It feels so so intense
Pulsations
Rhymically building, to be immense
My core
Numb to the deep seated pleasure
Orgasmic crescendo
Fills me, to unearthly measures
Breathy sighs
I can feel myself letting go
Throbs of lust
You make me....OHHHHHHHHHHHH!
©Kim Brown 18th October 2012
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