Mingling
between weaving locks
Staring
into blues as greens unlock
Caressing
strands before play beckons
Gripping
tight when time reckons
Squeezing
two pounding breasts
Pinching
reds on a heaving chest
Slipping
deep into clinching folds
Trickling
wet as the doors unfold
Searching
for a throbbing bud
Hoping
for a gushing flood
Smiling
when musk finally lingers
Coating
skin of conquering fingers
Submitted: May 01, 2023
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Comments
Oh, you naughty boy…
Pristine. Elementary. Inviting.
And to think I wasn’t going to meet you by the seesaw on the playground…
She gets to decide what she said... And he gets to enjoy it and then ask for more!
Thu, May 4th, 2023 7:31amMeet me by the swings, Sam. Bring more than your fingers..
Fri, May 5th, 2023 6:05pmDelicious and inspiring. Yum, yum.
Sat, May 6th, 2023 10:25amLetting your fingers do the walking and let her moans do the talking. Very nice prelude, Sam.
Mon, May 8th, 2023 11:21amI like the poetic form. I savoured the playful images.
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Grogu269
There you have it - mission accomplished. Great poem, Mr. Nash
Tue, May 2nd, 2023 12:03amAuthor
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Thank you for the comment … however mission is still not accomplished… well not yet anyway
Fri, May 5th, 2023 8:13am