Poem -

Her warm neck invites my lips...

Her warm neck invites my lips...

I just want to kiss her,
Her warm neck invites my lips,
Glistening like a pearl,
She has eyes like a winter's mist,
To kiss the goosebumps away,
Kiss upon kiss,
From her neck to her shoulder,
I'm getting drunk on her taste,
Kiss upon kiss,
From her arms to her fingers,
Pulling onto the bedsheets,
Her love excitingly weeps,
Seductively caressing, 
Sensuality undressing,
Hearts beating faster,
Pulses become one,
Kissing her stomach,
Heating up, wanting more,
A soft nibble on the inside of her thigh,
Kiss upon kiss,
My tastebuds tingling,
In this moment, her body is mine!
Kiss upon kiss,
Sweat dripping,
Bite upon bite,
Lips licking,
Under these sheets,
Street light through the window,
Under these sheets,
One more kiss, only this time slow,
Short breath!
Steaming up!
I'm getting drunk on her voice,
Yet her taste excites me once again,
Again,
Again,
Again!
Just one more,
One more kiss,
To your neck I must!
Under these sheets,
Just you and me,
Under these sheets,
Tonight you're free,
Breathless in love...

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Marion

And another WOW from me Wayne, excellent write ??

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