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My Eternity...(steamy, not for everyone)
by Britt ZimmermanI want to eat, sleep, and breathe her
lotion myself with her skin
her champagne lips
lingering at my stomach
with tiny kisses,
that make me quiver
and grasp at her hair
letting it fall through my hands
like sand
and come to rest on my breasts
Intoxication
like an electric storm
shoots through me
with every touch
her hands at my thighs
like tiny butterfly wings
sending pulses down my spine
If I could just devour her
keep her inside me always
her smell, her taste, the look in her eyes
She lies on top of me
breast to breast
our legs intertwined
with breath
and soft tiny moans escaping
her lips meet mine
and she is my eternity...
03/26/2003 Author's Note: been awhile since I wrote really erotic, just felt like writing one today...hope you enjoy!
Posted on 03/26/2003
Copyright © 2026 Britt Zimmerman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/27/03 at 05:49 PM Sigh....why do I always manage to catch these steamy ones when I'm at work??? Good'n Britt! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 03/31/03 at 03:15 AM Man-o-man! The windows are all fogged up and my pulse is racin'. Sultry stuff, you vixen.
Peace... |
| Posted by Indigo Tempesta on 10/16/03 at 09:55 PM this is beautiful, britt. i love this; how real. |
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