my sex by Angela Thomas i love to have my sex. the headiness of it smells like heather jersey clothing, colors that are mixed, yet, undefined, i love the way it intoxicates me and brings my hand betwixed my thighs, up my folds and into my lap. around my head, my hands feel my hair, like silk sheets wound around a small pinky finger, the ends of them seem to carelessly flip, falling on my neck, making my breath catch itself under my nails, sucking in and up and feeling life quiver. my hands are tingling like a foot under the sheets and fallen asleep. my head feels ready to burst, ready for feeling, ready for my sex. 07/11/2004 Posted on 07/12/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Agnes Eva on 07/13/04 at 03:58 AM kinda makes the head spin, to read this. hot! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)