Her stockings cling to silken legs,
panties, covering desire
Breasts cooling in conditioned air,
yet something is on fire
Gently hands caress her hips,
as fingers melt those thighs
Given into to passions treat,
with whimpers, moans, and cries
Prodding tender lips of skin,
provoking mornings dew
Sending quivers down her spine,
a “taming of the shrew”
Droplets cling to nylon tops,
as rivers start to flow
Juices cover poignant curves,
with motions to and fro
Delving deep into her lust,
hot and moist and dark
The flames of climax rising up,
growing from a spark
To lie her legs and spread the joy,
feeling overwrought
Drowning now oceans waves,
from what this heat wave’s brought
Author notes
This ones for you Tory my sweet Texas belle.
A contest entry
- this contest is for adults only by JinSays.
1750 points, ended July 16, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 6 of 6
-
It's Boog!!!
Nice.
Slave to Passion.
Passion? Tory?
Cute, and I bet you're exhausted. Your write is just delicious. Nicely done, thank you.
Love,
jin -
-
hey when i crack the whip damnit people listen...exhausted...he better be...now your turn
-
-
The immages used here to bring the truth of the joy you created here is just a charming expereince..well done and many thanks for sharing it..
-
This is delicious, between you and jeff who needs the sun shit.
Thanks love for the piece lol..poor jin aint gonna know what to do with all this heat
Love
Tory
-
-
Honey
You are the heat! -
-
so sayeth the slave.
-
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 6 of 6
