my hand traveled
down her side.

so precise was my touch,
I could feel
each
and every
goose bump
on her
exposed and
delicate
skin.

between her
legs,
I found her
soft,
and warm,
and wet.

she stroked
me
with deep breathing
and her hair
caressed
my shoulder
and my
chest,
as she
climbed, on
top of me.

we were hungry
and we
fed
like, starving cubs;
we made love
with our
eyes,
and mouths,
and hips.

when it was over
we
showered
and got back
into bed
where
we laughed,
and joked,
and talked,

making love
again,
this time,
with our voices,
and our
minds.


kc09

this poem has it 'going on'

Now,that was good

shouldn't a dance go along with your comment?...

you're right, what was I thinking?

thank you 2k, i appreciate that...

Shshs it got a tad warm in here

thank you (K) should i send you a fan?...

thank you mirror...

NICE!! Now this is really smooth.

thank you sir...

Fan heck I need a freezer

Very nice. That's all I'm going to say

This is really good it sounds like a perfect day

thank you...ya know, its ok, you can speak freely, most of us are adults here...

well some anyway

cant help you there...sorry...

playful fingers
playful lines
hungry diners
prospectors finds
that is my claim