she, i

she
was a little bit drunk

i
unbuttoned her jeans

she
ran her nails across my hip

i
knelt at the end of the bed

she
kicked her panties aside

i
licked her inner thigh

she
danced side to side

i
breathed on her sex

she
took hold of my hair

i
nibbled and teased

she
writhed and danced

i
quickened my pace

she
hummed

i
pressed

she
moaned

i
sucked

she
shook
, and shook
, and shivered

i
tempered

she
glowed

i
kissed

she
shone

we
held
, our embrace
, through the night

12 thoughts on “she, i

  1. You keep on making me bite my own knuckle…I’m getting a scar. That was an excellent poem. Your name should be a household word.

    Thank you for Sunday Morning Exhilaration.

    Bisous,
    Dawn

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