he knows
what she wants
in two words
“face me”
she coos
skin to silk
tracing the
curve of lips
glossed fire red
to tease his taste,
to stir his need,
to watch his
eyes as
she
swirls
one long
digit sinfully
smooth , plunging
intentions, folding
desire cocoon
kissed…
feeding the
ache she craves;
intoxication sizzles
while he spreads
Mombassa
spraying shadows
in iridescence
finding her
writhing
‘neath
him,
h
e
r
legs
spill open
while she
strums
his
fantasy,
cupping full
breasts perked
taut in wanton arch
purring her crescendo
while Maestro begins
to play… “face me”
she whimpers
pressing
him
hard
into her
deep while
he milks her
hunger.
A contest entry
- Am I F***en Loved by theredcatjazzoflove.
450 points, ended April 1, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
scorching needs
lovely lovely lovely.....
heated and saucy
like the man I know you are
-
*whimper* I would have given it the gold... Very hot... and sensual yet... raw and nasty. shows both the feminine and masculine view of sexual satisfaction and emotional satisfaction quite, amazingly i think... well i'll keep that to myself but great write!
-
you wooed me over sucker first because I wrote a poem called face me and being honest i am raunchy and i am very bold loud and clear and it takes a man that can stand face to face with me and can go toe to toe with me. i have had guys because they where attracted to me made they self believe they have what it takes to stand face to face with who i am and failed me and in the process took me through a waisted time. Now sexually this poem gave me the beams here and there and i am highly sexual so that was a second plus for you the third is the form it was penned i write a lot of my pieces like this so the competition should feel threaten by you most definately because its a +
Adding your comment:
