You having said:
Are so tight
Around your waist
Your sexy waist
And soft, yes
Soft like your laughter
As my lips walk down your spine,
As your gaze seduced the jealous moonlight
Much like my tongue has done to you
On these cold nights
When you walk around in those panties
That you speak so much about.
The sweet pungent aroma dances
Against my chocolate skin
My nose becomes a scented slave,
For your scent tortures me
And my mouth waters from the thoughts
Of penetrating you in the secret dark
You just need my arms to caress your nude waist
As my lips drink of your breasts the honeyed beaded sweat
Secreted from this heat between your glazed thighs
During my long hours of bringing adoration
To your naked temple.
You have no idea,
That between your orgasms
And my thirsty drinking of your southern lips;
That within my being
I am embraced by Lady Green,
Feeling envy towards those white cotton panties
Because long after our chocolate rendezvous
It is they that can sleep tight against your waist
And your saturated flesh;
And only in my wet dreams
Can I be.... a pair of:
White Cotton Panties, Your secret lovers.
J.O.D. © 2002
I decided to start posting some of my older works in English, though this is just a small sample. I promise to put up my newer works as soon as possible.
An aside being this was actually a class project for Psychology, craft a poem from one simple word. Can anyone guess the word?