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The Game She Plays

Poetry By: Michael68

A poem of playful seduction.

Submitted:Jul 16, 2010    Reads: 170    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

She makes me watch her

unable to touch her alluring nakedness

knowing the torture that she is putting me through.

Her legs opened revealing the treasure of her womanhood,

as her fingers move over the petals of her flower.

She brings out her toy,

moving it slowly over the glistening petals of her sex,

her moans soft like a spring breeze

as I become enchanted by what she shows me.

Speaking to me within a seductive way,

of how she know what I long for

what I long to share with her right now.

Seeing it enter her

her breath quickens and body shivers

as I am forced to sit there watching her seduction

while my desire burns like an inferno within my soul.

It slides through the gates of her garden

as she moans and calls out my name,

legs opening wider

as she smiles to see me still watching,

yearning for her more than ever before.

Even though I know that she longs for me,

longs for my touch,

my caress and the feel of our bodies joined as one

she continues to play this game

taunting me,

seeing how long I can endure

before I can not bear it any longer.

Her back arches, hips grind,

as she fulfilled within the sweet ecstasy

of her climax.

Then lays there looking at me so seductively,

as the words I long to hear from her are spoken.

Now it is your turn to please me,

since you have held back for this long.

Take me my love

and give me the pleasure this toy can not.


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