My fingers tip-toe up your chest,
your hand slides down my back.
That sensation—
yes, that feeling of utter surrender—
will overcome me,
will overcome you.
Can you imagine?
My back will arch,
and you will rise,
but I will tease.
My lips drag across your neck,
My teeth nibbled your tender flesh.
I know you imagine.
Make your move, take what I
want to give.
Forget what they might think,
only remember what you crave.
You want me.
I don’t wish it.
I know it.
Author notes
This was a quicky
Oh, dear, that can be taken in a couple ways. 
A contest entry
- Poetically sexy by sheltered.
1200 points, ended September 21, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is seductive in a young and vulnerable kind of way.
Almost over confident at the end.
But well constructed and formatted.
Sheltered will love it...
♥Becky♥
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Very seductive.
I imagine that I look
like a basset hound in heat
about now.
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HAHA I love the author note! Wooo I just had a very violent sneeze. Ech.
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