I Will Tell You

Slow. Like that
Open me slow,
Like that.
Wet hot wet
Warm hands sliding on the inside
Of
My thighs

Slow, like that

Middle finger
Slide inside
I, excited by this ride
while my hand pumps
Tired,
Numb,
then you cum
This is just the beginning...

I will do things, with my tongue too
Not ashamed to taste each and every part of you
It turns you on
Your moans are my song

I will tear off your clothes
Then tear you apart
Breathing so heavy
Everyone knows

Tip teasing, but do not enter
Slide it against my wetness,
be patient, it gets better

Soul kisses, you haven't forgotten I'm here,
whisper fucked up things
into my ear

And then you slide in me. Nothing can touch this moment.

Such girth
You proceed
More than willing, down on your knees

Spark pain, transformed to pleasure,
Please stay in me forever.

Please,

stay in me forever.

©2005 by Araba Impraim

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Araba Impraim is a writer by nature and a social worker by trade. Her poems are created from the pent-up sexual energy typical of long bouts of celibacy.