Heat,
Tension,
Frustration;
All these you do -
Teased and talked all day.
The ache,
Burning desire,
Slowly turning into slight pain,
One I can relish in.
Not one of hurt;
But one of pleasure.
Twisted torture;
Consistent teasing.
Words created,
Combined and connected,
Able to form and become
A sticky consistency;
Like sap on a tree,
Honey to a bee,
Or pure sugar to a child.
It lures me in,
Captures me,
And enchants me.
The things you do to me...
You didn't know before,
But it wasn't too hard to figure out.
You're a quick learner.
Experimenting for hours on end,
Poking and prodding;
Taking mental notes.
Thighs squeezing,
Ragged breathing,
Unfocused mind;
This is what you do to me;
Blushing cheeks,
Buzzing body,
Pleasure coursing all throughout...
Now you know.
Now you can see;
Looking for the blatantly obvious clues;
Watching and listening for the signals.
They aren't hiding anywhere, baby,
'cause I'm plain sight.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Poems
Randommy poems (please do not take them, they are very, very personal and me a lot to me.)
