My hand dost slide up your legs,
by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
Massaging yet your thighs,
The pleasure that you do feel,
Produces little sighs.
As I do now caress your bot,
With light and pleasurable strokes,
Erotic feelings we both do have,
But not a word is spoke.
My lips do linger on your back,
As on sheets of silk you lie,
Awaiting eagerly my next touch,
As your pleasure emits a sigh.
Your hand dost stretch to me yet,
As I lie atop of you,
And love we make all through the night,
Till the Morn dost fall the dew.
Erotic thoughts caress my Mind,
Of pleasures in distant past,
For dreams do not reality make,
Unless a spell by me is cast.
Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 31 March 2006