Sensual One

Posted: November 16, 2009 in poetry

Glass of wine.
Intertwined.
Your fine body
Sure gets to mine.

Soft hard skin.
Shit eating grin.
I can feel it
Slipping in.

Herbal puff.
That’s the stuff.
Sliding gently,
Nothing rough.

But when we come,
Hot Knives reach home
Like dining fine
That’s second to none.

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