These inner thighs are yearning
Yearning for your hands
Yearning for your lips
Your penetration it demands
These inner thighs are aching
To feel your warm breath
Your tongue tickling them
Down below make it wet
These inner thighs are calling you
That’s why you’re drawn to me
Don’t try to fight it its futile
We’ll be quaking ‘til the dawn
Poetiquettes $5.00 weekly subscription for voice poems delivered to your phone. Message for details queenmental32@hotmail.com 
Leave a Reply