Erotic Poetry II
The Fuck Puppet
Waiting…waiting here I lie,
Naked, anxious…long, heaving sigh.
Nipples hard…cool breath excites,
Can no longer wait …it’s alright.
Your hardness here - near to touch,
On my lips….almost too much.
Salty sweet - the taste of you,
Explode here? What do I do?
Legs slide apart - wetness below,
Personal spaces for you to know.
Union complete - climb to the summit,
Totally yours - your fuck puppet.
(c) 2008
mikayla1