Les Love #4

I see you
in my minds eye,
not a stitch on you…
Hmmm…
I smile,
loving the idea
of you
with my hands
between your
legs
I desire,
imagining
the feel of you
between your
lips
I lust
craving
the flick of you
fingers stroke your
clit
I sigh
wanting
dreams
so surreal
I could taste it

Les Love #3

Wet,
she grinds on me…
my skin feels her,
needs her
as much as
she needs me…
Her lips part,
they glide
and her bean,
senses my lust
for her,
my desire to
rock and push back,
my wanting to giver her
what she needs…
eyes closed,
feeling everything,
sensing her every move,
I feel her
death sweep
over her
in a shudder
so beautiful…

Les Love

She loves me
differently
skin to skin
lips to lips
the slightest
brush
has me shudder
She feels
delicate,
light
as a feather
and it
has me reeling
and wanting
to grind…
wanting
to have
that sensation
harder
and my legs
wrap around her
pulling her in
pulling her lips in
pulling her wetness in
pulling
that
orgasm
in