D'accord you say
drag me complaining into a Paris night
in leather thong under strapless dress
still reeling from making love with you
ok?
well I'd rather be at the hotel
you've been entrapped for days
my insatiable desire so i forgive
i give in
our breath seethes in the ice
but your kiss is sharp and tasteful
by the Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe
all the pretty lights
you fondle my behind under the dress
I shiver wanting to return to a warm bed
but dancing is on your mind
sighing I let you lead on
my schoolgirl french delights you
with your learned vocabulary smoothed
enhanced by hours in this place
too much work has not settled you down
dance until early morn we stumble home
too much champagne you sleep
my god is that a snore?
and i am here sitting
watching you breathe
wondering if I can love you more
Does it make you cum?
Comments
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Splendidly creative...
What a wonderful piece of poetry you have penned here.
The imagery and soft sensual wording is exellent.
Thank you for sharing your sensual side.
Tony
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Yes I can be as soft as butter sometimes
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mmmmm...
smells of sweet love..very sweet and soft sensuality..a very nice look at a softer side of you..
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just woke up, Daniel still asleep and it's freezing again! lol But thanks my friend.
Shay
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