Passions of the Eve by Matt ForgetWe lay covered
A long night which couldn't end
We didn't want to end
Holding me
After the night faded away
Touched me
No one could be touched like that
Like instant radiations
Of orgasmic sensations
Racing through the bloodstream
Through every inch
Every limb
As the memory of you remains
The night
We lay covered
Never wanted to end. 07/08/2006 Author's Note: Is this my first sexual related poem? I think it is.
Posted on 07/08/2006 Copyright © 2024 Matt Forget
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