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WATCHING ME SLEEP (INSPIRED BY TROME POEM)
Watching me sleep:
vigil you keep
until excuse
to set shirt loose,
emboldens you
to tiptoe nue,
get in beside
me, let hand slide
down my front side
to where you'd ride,
teasing my flesh
as you get fresh,
stirring me up
to give you tup,
making bed shake
as we love make.
vigil you keep
until excuse
to set shirt loose,
emboldens you
to tiptoe nue,
get in beside
me, let hand slide
down my front side
to where you'd ride,
teasing my flesh
as you get fresh,
stirring me up
to give you tup,
making bed shake
as we love make.
Published 23rd Dec 2023
Author's Note
Inspired by Trome's poem of that title and accompanying picture.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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23rd Dec 2023 9:34am
24th Dec 2023 1:43am
Finding inspiration in life where one can is a poet's strength and gift
Very nice, Brother Solomon
Very nice, Brother Solomon
Watching me sleep:
Does it turn you on I love to peek
vigil you keep
Are you dreaming about me when you make me softly seep
until excuse
I love I am your subconscious muse
to set shirt loose
Skin to skin, passion we pursue
emboldens you
Rapture once inside my sweeten dew
to tiptoe nue,
Shh.. allow our desires to cruise
get in beside
Mm hum.. let our bodies collide
me, let hand slide
Cowgirl style
down my front side
Oh, sweet mercy I love your thrusting glide
to where you'd ride,
Gyrating where your arousal now reside
teasing my flesh
Losing myself in the warm mesh
as you get fresh,
Your strength is mightier than King Koresh
stirring me up
Kissing the tenderness of my lover's cup
to give you tup,
Closing my eyes as you gently sup
making bed shake
Headboard rattling, as our yearns overtake
as we love make
Until we are breathless, sedated, and panting in the equate
Does it turn you on I love to peek
vigil you keep
Are you dreaming about me when you make me softly seep
until excuse
I love I am your subconscious muse
to set shirt loose
Skin to skin, passion we pursue
emboldens you
Rapture once inside my sweeten dew
to tiptoe nue,
Shh.. allow our desires to cruise
get in beside
Mm hum.. let our bodies collide
me, let hand slide
Cowgirl style
down my front side
Oh, sweet mercy I love your thrusting glide
to where you'd ride,
Gyrating where your arousal now reside
teasing my flesh
Losing myself in the warm mesh
as you get fresh,
Your strength is mightier than King Koresh
stirring me up
Kissing the tenderness of my lover's cup
to give you tup,
Closing my eyes as you gently sup
making bed shake
Headboard rattling, as our yearns overtake
as we love make
Until we are breathless, sedated, and panting in the equate
24th Dec 2023 7:19am
Wow. Lovely blend in of your imaginative words with mine. You have my permission to post it up as a blended poem in its own right.
