Hot Licks  

rm_Sallypus 52F
1056 posts
8/20/2005 5:08 am

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Hot Licks

I hear jazz
when you pin my hands up
and grind into my hips
and kiss me hard
waiting for that first sweet moan.

I hear a riff
when you shove aside cloth,
reach in
take the breast
like you owned it,
nuzzle me into sweet compliance,
then graze me with teeth
till I tremble.

And I hear my voice
low and deep
as far beyond words
as I am beyond thought
damn you are dangerous,
and yes I know it,
but that does not stop me
from wanting to lick you
like the edge of a razor.

interested13563 53M
2557 posts
8/22/2005 11:23 am

I can hear the melody of sensulality in your poem.
There is danger even in the tenderness of the softest

rm_kitamarou 57M
75 posts
8/26/2005 5:31 am

The color of your favorite undergarment?

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