Garden

Poem Info
129 words
4.33
8.6k
1
0
Poem does not have any tags
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
Belegon
Belegon
124 Followers

a blood red rose
given to you
because the passion
races thru me
in the same manner
the passion
makes my back
tingle
with the memory of your nails
warms my lips
so when I run
my tongue across them
I taste you
hardens my nipples
as I remember
the rock-tipped softness
of your breasts
crushed against me
my back arches
my breath catches
the muscles in my legs
straighten and lock
straining
my fingers tight
pinching the sheets
into pointed tents
my cheek
feels the golden strands
of your hair
clinging
with hard-won perspiration
my ears
hear and feel
the warm rush
or your tired lungs
my eyes are closed
viewing the past
all this
evoked by a single rose
I think
I shall plant a garden.

Belegon
Belegon
124 Followers
Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
Share this Poem

Similar poems

I Erotic dream
You’re my favorite drug My tortured thoughts of you.
No Woman Unloved and unwanted.
If Thoughts that keep me awake as I think about us
Great Morning Jake has a special way of waking up Matt
More Stories