Your name is on my lips
As blood rushes from my head
Traveling
Slowly to my stomach
And pooling
between my legs
Arched back
With breathless moans
Whispering for more
Begging to be touched
By your wandering hands
Soft palms
With rough intentions
I melt against your body
With every touch
sending waves of pleasure
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
