Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Make Love To Me Please...

Poetry By: lifeofrhyme

About a man that wants a woman to make love to himbecause she wants to...

Submitted:Jul 22, 2011    Reads: 261    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

I want you to make love to me

Not because you 'have to' or because it's overdue

Because you want to...

I want to look into your eyes and see you need me

Need my bodies warmth to set you free

Not because of my physique or muscularity...

I want you to long for my kiss

My hands on my Miss

I want you to cherish this...

I don't want you on your knees

'Cos it's the only way you know how to please

Or you think you'll get your own way with ease...

I want you to stroke my skin

Taste my body

Take every part of it in...

I want you to grip my flesh

Beg me to tear away your tights, the mesh

Make this time new and fresh...

I want you to want to try new positions

Not compromise on propostions

Or falter and hesitate during transmissions...

I want you to kiss my neck and chest

I want you to want me undressed

Not take down my jeans because you think I'm blessed

I want you to feel comfortable with your shape

Your curves, traces, mounds, knape

Let me measure you with my tongue as the tape...

I want you to call out my name

Talk dirty to me when playing the game

Want me to want to do the same...

I want you to want to fuck

Not 'oh go on then, I'll give it a little suck'

Or act like I've only got this chance out of luck...

I want you to want me to taste you

Eat your flesh off a plate and not waste you

Cover you in oils and baste you...

I want you to look into my eyes

Tell me the truth and not worry about size

Lovemaking has no room for lies...

I want you to want me to pull your hair

To sit open-legged on my favourite chair

To not be ashamed to call out or swear...

I want you to screw me with passion

Not because it's the latest fashion

Or because it's my turn to have my share of the ration...

I want you to want to be washed and showered

To feel yourself uplifted, empowered

Not sat in the corner nervously cowered...

I want you to show me tits

I want you to want me to see how it fits

And make love continuously not in tiny bits...

I want you to be confident enough to dress up

Not be concerned for the size of your cup

Or to get embarrassed and decide to give up...

I want you to want to feel me inside

To call out my name when you come for the ride

To hold onto me in public with pride...

I want you to feel like my sex sets you free

Not happy with two, then we could try three

I want you to make love to me...


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.