Poem about giving into that sexual desire and not regretting it.
A touch of skin, soft and slippery, With a hint of sweat, Eyes meeting briefly, begging for a chance, To abandon our uncertainties. You began your work on my lips, Probing gently, as if drawing sex, Then heated tongues met in the midst, Of quickening and hottening breath. Our clothes found resting place on the floor. Piece by piece, Until there were no hiding places,...Read On