circular motions
as if toying with a ball
right around the tip
tall and quivering
in its tiny ecstasy
firm upon its shaft
with gentle guidance
fingers find and follow
most sensitive paths
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direct from his lips
heated words on her bare skin
writhing poetry
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upon tips of hills
to the wind's passing kisses
two rosebuds rising
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two streams of silver
flowing into and around
love in the moonlight
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i know that you purr
a way to express pleasure
when your mouth is full
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she fantasizes
committing her sins for him
with wanton delight
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sometimes i set traps
baited with specific words
trying to catch you
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listen for footsteps
timid feet among the leaves
moving with purpose
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you tremble inside
lightning strike pleasure centers
again and again
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touch unintended
yet becoming something more
close and intimate
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she truly matters
yet the words cannot be said
so she'll never know
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i write my poems
messages to a venus
in her mortal form
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a quiver begins
stronger still she dies a bit
safe within his arms
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saucy lass is she
blends lady and tavern wench
and both make me smile
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deer in the forest
poetry in her movements
nature in her eyes