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…

Wetter than Puddles #8

I try to forget
your effect
your impact
the words shared
the dreams shared
glimpse of you
has me
woke
to the desire
that fills
my thoughts
my lips
remember your taste
my fingers know the path
my limbs part in kind
knowing
the
pleasure
that is possible
I try to forget
but
the body betrays
wanting
and getting me
wetter than puddles