All Comments on 'Miss Blue Dress'

this?

The belt that cinches it at the waist

Shall become a ring of kisses.

what comes close?

As I lick and suckle and bite,

God it's intoxicating.

My finger still inside her,

Her breath heavy and heavier,

The breasts rising to meet my lips,

Her cunt thrusting at my hand.

think about it,

this, who cares about, are we doing a police report?

I pick up my drink, down it quick,

Following the click of heels.

edit, never make a poem longer than a reader's patience

4ed, now go try your endurance on someone else's work

befalls the ages. TK U MLJ LV NV