What A Night

Poem By Stephen Strassner

I want to feel your warm lips upon my neck
Your fingers against my back
Warm breath in my ear
Whispering what you really want

I lie against you so close
Arms holding you so tightly
Firmness pressed against you
Slow kisses press your cheek

Lips meeting yours
Your smell wafting over me
Hands slow probing, Hearts profusely pounding
Tongues gentle touch

I feel you, you feel me
It’s like it’s supposed to be
Awoke from a dream
I need to really scream

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