a woman who loves to write sensual poetry
Hard, tan body. Hair tousled.
I hand you coffee. Weren't
You my king so long ago?... more »
Your jeans are stretched tight as you bend under the hood,
T-shirt rumpled, pulled up. My hairy chest man.
Those jeans. So tight, revealing, beckoning.
'Would you like dinner now? I have... more »
I walk slowly towards you from the hall.
I want you to watch me move.
I move with my hips and thighs.
My soul is moving inside you now.... more »