Your hands at my waist
Our lips pressed together
And my hands stripping away at your clothes
You do the same to me till I'm left in my bra and panties
You blindfold me and lay me down reaching for a single ice cube from the glass
You dab it against my lips
Before rubbing it softly against my body
The contact of the cold causes me to gasp for air
But when you notice you put your hands in mine
Kiss me
and slowly press your lips to the exposed skin
down my body
YOU ARE READING
Longing for You
RomanceA collection of short poetry written by me expressing my inner thoughts
