Your harsh raspy scowl does little
to hide the pleasure you take in being bound
to my imagination.
Nails rake the need in you to the surface of resignation.
As you beg relief and swell against a...
If I kissed your sensitive fingertips;
Hugged you from behind, my chest to your back;
If I heard words of sweetness from your lips;
If you made love to me - the Earth would crack.
If I were to...
by John Boase
Your legs drawn up! An opportunity!
I sneak my way, head first, beneath the sheet;
Maneuvering so I can plainly see
The glories that my lustful senses greet.
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