each passionate rise, she felt snuggly in her loins.
Her smallest actions kept him delusionally reaching.
Afterwards, enjoying his full acceptance, to her small releases,
as his plunging hunger, drove massive girth,
too deliciously drill, erupting her too pieces.
His reaping of her harvest, and slowly subjecting her sown,
she sensually awaited his lips, to claim her breast and palace’s throne.
She leapt at the chance of arousal by his crown, as he rubbed so avidly, too moisture’s,
as she waited, watching, his eye’s close, saturatedly astounded.
She waited in wonder of his artsy surprises,
watching him edibly,
as his kisses,
teased both thighs.
She waited as the second round was more crucial than the first.
As her body melted- mockingly creamy,
as he tore into it worse.
She anticipated the sexiest compliments too be hollered, attached with her name,
waiting to finish him off,
or start him back up, for she knew,
He’d be anticipating the same.
EROTIC POETRY BY Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended.