He wants me to spend a day in bed...
He wants my whimpers...wants my moans
He wants to hear deep feral groans...
Yes...Sir...
He wants me to smile...
He wants me softly to beguile...
He wants to hear my laughing snort...
He wants to distract me writing a report...
Yes...Sir...
He wants to know my fantasy...
He wants to make it come to be...
He wants to make me beg out loud...
He wants me dazed and in a cloud...
Yes...Sir...
He wants wax, splashing hot...
He wants nothing I am not...
He wants waves of heat to rise...
He wants me looking in His eyes...
Yes, Sir...
He wants me feeling...
He leaves me reeling...
He wants...
Yes...Sir...
Em :-*
Em,
ReplyDeleteWow. Terrific pictures and your typical erotic poetry. Well done.
Cheers,
joey
typical...is that a good think joey..? hehe...i think i know what you meant...so glad you like dit
ReplyDeleteEmily
Did I write "typical?" I meant lovely and hot. There is nothing typical about you.
ReplyDeleteHug,
joey
Lovely poem - especially this bit: 'He wants to know my fantasy / He wants to make it come to be'
ReplyDelete"He wants nothing I am not"... loved this one .. but for sure its all well said, great talent :)
ReplyDeleteMohamed Morsi .. I follow you on fb :)
I like your poetry.
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