ease, draw air from my lungs
with the tantalisingly whispers
of promises if kisses on skin so
very…porcelain. Oh please, awaken
long sleeping senses, subtle moans
and screams of pleasure, caress
then as though they were long lost
treasures. Oh please, please, bring
Mr down upon my knees with
precious fingers, let them tease.
Please, draw the ait from my lungs
become my very own sun, rays dancing
having fun….please pull the air from out my lungs.
Karen Hayward ©2016