deepundergroundpoetry.com

best for last

babe I first saw your face in the crowd that walked past    
and I looked hard at you so the image would last    
as the sound of your voice burned a wish in my soul    
and the sway of your body excited me whole    
     
then a word and a laugh brought a smile to your face    
and it seemed just like home and I felt my pulse race.    
but I guessed it was me and you hadn’t a care    
til I looked to find you and encountered your stare    
     
then we crashed with some friends ‘cause we both had too much    
as we spooned in their bed, you welcomed my touch    
of your warm silken legs and your slick naked mound -    
while they quietly slept - til you shook with no sound    
     
in the morning you came for a cup of hot tea    
and my smoldering gaze you returned hungrily    
then the trail of your clothes made me hard as a rock   
so I licked til you screamed and then fed you my cock
     
then we shared a quick rinse for our glistening lips    
but my slick lathered hands on your breast, back and hips    
brought a sly backward glance that refilled me with lust
and you arched back to greet every quivering thrust    
     
but you saved til the last what I hungered for most    
and what haunts my poor soul like some devilish ghost    
it’s the press of your lips that I mostly shall miss    
for you captured me whole with your soft molten kiss.
Written by psychomachia (Jeff Hazelwood)
Published | Edited 15th Oct 2010
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 2
comments 8 reads 958
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
17th August 1:57pm by admin
COMPETITIONS
6th June 9:17am by admin
COMPETITIONS
4th June 3:24pm by admin
SPEAKEASY
16th May 1:07pm by admin
POETRY
11th May 11:35am by katalon_test_user
POETRY
9th May 1:15pm by admin