Been told before I'm a pretty good poet, sorta kinda many enjoyed ones written on friendship or perhaps love; how 'bout coming inside, let me know if you like what you see appreciate your thoughts or critique, most of all your honesty.
remembering our last time the way you teased brought me right to the edge then pushed me over... like a tsunami drawing back then overwhelming me with a flood of sensation doesnít help to subdue the memory
of the awful way you left me alone the way I cried I pleaded with you not to go I tried everything it wasnít enough to keep you Iím left with no choice but to find another battery-powered friend.
We approach one another with arms outstretched fingers entwined at the first hint of a gentle touch bodies drawing closer with our hands alongside. Lips caressing lips, the softest of a welcomed touch our hands now release as we envelope in an embrace a lingering hug with soft whimpering moans.
Fingers between shirts as silken caresses slide hunting and seeking hidden skin to ravish goosebumps form as breathing becomes deeper. Baby soft fingers with the slightest and gentle touch starts with a forehead kiss, then a shoulder...