Skin On Fire, a sexy lil poem
She used her eyes like a weapon,
And her tongue just like a whip.
She set her skin on fire,
With the curve of her hip.
She caressed herself gradually,
Using just a fingertip.
Her breath was sweet and heavy,
As she slowly bit my lip.
I embrace her body underneath,
When she invites my hand to slip.
Insatiable thrusting swallowed me,
Wave of ecstasy tightened her grip.
As she trembled and glistened,
Succulent nectar I always sip.
We held each other in our arms,
With steamy flesh, our sweat did drip.
Soon enough she kissed my neck,
Whispered in my ear to “flip”.
It was my turn she said,
Our love making goes round trip.
Posted on 04/18/2014, in My Life, Poetry & Musings and tagged dyke, erotic, gay, lesbian, lgbt, love, poem, poetry, same sex relationships, sensual, sex, sexy, women. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.