Fairytat
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2002
- Posts
- 233
Throwing my hat into the ring
What Sex Means to Me
I lie back on flannel
sheets, body soaked
with sweat and tears,
feeling you shifting and
turning between blood
stained thighs.
Your mouth covers mine,
tongue ring teasing tender
taste buds, swelled with the
expectation of sweetness
and love.
You arch above
my submissive form,
keening cry as you pour
into my unprotected womb.
I smile, at peace, no
longer a trembling girl-child,
but a woman born.
I reach between slicked
curls, touching our sex.
Ok, not that explicit but Im a bit new to the erotic poetry part since I normally don't write it
What Sex Means to Me
I lie back on flannel
sheets, body soaked
with sweat and tears,
feeling you shifting and
turning between blood
stained thighs.
Your mouth covers mine,
tongue ring teasing tender
taste buds, swelled with the
expectation of sweetness
and love.
You arch above
my submissive form,
keening cry as you pour
into my unprotected womb.
I smile, at peace, no
longer a trembling girl-child,
but a woman born.
I reach between slicked
curls, touching our sex.
Ok, not that explicit but Im a bit new to the erotic poetry part since I normally don't write it