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Image for the poem POEM INSPIRED BY TRACEY LEIGH

POEM INSPIRED BY TRACEY LEIGH'S 'JUST THINKING'

The early morning sun lights up the room,
dispersing the remnants of night time gloom
as I lie by him, our prone bodies bare.
He tilts head to mine, blows strands of gold hair
as he makes a breeze that tingles my ear
and with one hand fondles cheeks of my rear.
I turn my head around, show a profile;
he catches my eye with his warm soulful smile.
Like this, he has only to look at me
and I hang on what he does, get dreamy.
He ruffles my crown, kisses from my brow
to nose, open lips, neck, shoulders below.

His kiss continues in descending line,
his lips, like butterflies, tracing my spine.
Each kiss touch spot comes nearer my being's core,
my petals open up, my legs apart draw.
He proceeds to start kissing along the rim
of my fertile crescent, watering for him.
He lifts up my thighs, brings his stubbly face
kissing up and down both lips of my place
and probing between them with pointed tongue.
On his shoulders round his neck my thighs clung.
He turns me right over, so I'm on my back
then makes his lips' way from deep in the sack.

Kissing on my clit, then belly button,
to edge of my rib cage and then right upon
each breast, teasing areolas, nipples,
sending through my being further ripples,
then on my collar bones, under my chin.
I feel his stiffness easing its way in,
first mushroom tip, foreskin, then length entire
is immersed in the well of my desire,
while he brings his wettened lips into mine,
giving me my own taste as I entwine
my legs tightly behind his own,
bringing him on with heartfelt moan.
Written by Solomon_Song
Published
Author's Note
Inspired by picture accompanying Tracey Leigh's poem. This is a reversal of kissing roles, imagining he tracing her 'lay line'.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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