Can you feel my need in every
word expressed spilling across
paper and nothing less. Poetic beauty
sensual art let me paint desire across
my skin so you may admire my form in
pure sin. Butterfly kisses across hips on
soft skin of finest porcelain, I am lost in need
an internal yearning for your seed. Give into me,
let my fingers roam where kisses trail let me taste
your lips, your tongue, give me the parts
not reached by the sun. Devour me with
Renewed vigour, take me, use me, hold
me tight within your arms….hold me
close become my calm.
Karen Hayward ©2016
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