Poems About Confusion by New Members

In midnight’s quiet hour, she lies at rest, body aching unable to sleep, the air musky with desire,  Cool sheets wrapped around her breast, like a snake slithering around her, coiling her and wrapping her nakedness, she moves slowly, sensually feeling the soft fabric tickle her skin drifting in and out of sleep.

The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.

A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...

In midnight’s quiet hour, she lies at rest, body aching unable to sleep, the air musky with desire,  Cool sheets wrapped around her breast, like a snake slithering around her, coiling her and wrapping her nakedness, she moves slowly, sensually feeling the soft fabric tickle her skin drifting in and out of sleep.

The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.

A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...

In midnight’s quiet hour, she lies at rest, body aching unable to sleep, the air musky with desire,  Cool sheets wrapped around her breast, like a snake slithering around her, coiling her and wrapping her nakedness, she moves slowly, sensually feeling the soft fabric tickle her skin drifting in and out of sleep.

The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.

A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...

In midnight’s quiet hour, she lies at rest, body aching unable to sleep, the air musky with desire,  Cool sheets wrapped around her breast, like a snake slithering around her, coiling her and wrapping her nakedness, she moves slowly, sensually feeling the soft fabric tickle her skin drifting in and out of sleep.

The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.

A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...

In midnight’s quiet hour, she lies at rest, body aching unable to sleep, the air musky with desire,  Cool sheets wrapped around her breast, like a snake slithering around her, coiling her and wrapping her nakedness, she moves slowly, sensually feeling the soft fabric tickle her skin drifting in and out of sleep.

The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.

A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...