I watch, I wait,
I look, I listen,
as my thoughts glisten,
my lips moisten
at the idea, the notion
of you sliding, slipping
way down there.
The lack of care
on my languid face
leaves no trace
of how I feel
when you make me so real.
So I watch and wait
hoping it's not too late,
to enjoy your kiss
upon my lips
as I thrust my hips
to your sweet face.

04/05/2011

Posted on 04/05/2011
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