What is to Come

His fingers caressed her lips,
she begins to soak with anticipation,
with wanting and need,
she starts to grind her hips

She knows what is to come,
they are alone and he is in charge,
now she is all his to own

He begins to feel her tiny little shivers,
with a breath moan,
"don't stop" she whispers

Her back arches with pressure,
sending pleasure straight to her core,
he asks his little bambina," are you ready for more"?



** this was my very poem and post haha i had fun with it hopefully you liked it too , i really appreciate feedback. thnaks. xoxo