This is a piece of erotic poetry. Reader and listener discretion advised 🙂
© 2019 punkie
i don’t know
how we got here:
perhaps you carried me
or maybe i led, and you followed.
it doesn’t matter now, i am on my back
naked before you as you lie on your side
by mine, your head propped up on your right
hand while your left softly and slowly traces the
lines of my breasts, my tummy, my waist. i watch you
watch your finger slow dance on my belly before it slips
between my legs to explore the wetness below. you take your
time there: touching, feeling, probing. no rush. and no hurry. you
bring your gaze back to mine, slide one finger, and then two gently
inside. you close your eyes. your cock presses harder into my flank against
love and forgiveness. mmmmm. i moan. your eyes open, look into mine. broken
rules and promises are scattered in invisible bits and pieces around us but we deny
them in this moment of you and me and desire catching fire. we are in another world.
fingers withdraw from the warmth, you lift them to your mouth, taste me. then i kiss you.