The Promised Land
There are many paths to The Promised Land
You smile that smile. Reach for my hand. Lead me down the hall. To the promised land. Lips touch mine Gentle, soft, So sublime. Tempting me Unwrapping me As if a gift A slip falls A bra, slowly, straps pushed down by one finger, Panties, ah, for panties you kneel Use your teeth, not a hand, Your lips so very close To the promised land. Your kiss brushes my mound As you stand And let me undress you And I am not slow or se...