Private Places

image-post mask Can you
let me touch you?
Let your juices flow
and throw
your hips form side to side.
Let your lips slide
first up,
then down.
Don't stop doing
what you're doing
because something's brewing
between you'n
Feelings are extreem,
represented by the cream
I'm tasting
as I remove your silk lacings
and lay'em on the floor
right beside us
while we submerge
ourselves into a place where words
lose their meaning.

Printing is coming soon. I'm working on a reasonable format. Stay tuned.