My Fantasy Woman

She is the way she rubs herself against my hand,

she is the way her hips rock roughly into my arm,

she is the throaty moan that sounds so musical in my head,

she is the wetness coming from inside me,

she is the climax, the mind shattering release,

that I am working to provide.

She is the way her hips move from side to side,

she is the way she commands an entire room to look at her,

she is the way I get a sideways grin,

As if she knew my dreams last night.

She is my fantasy,

she is my personal her, my perfect memory,

she is the woman of my possession,

she is my lover,

she is my girl, my hope,

she is my dirty kinky partner,

she is the object of my desire.

She is,

Sex

Reviews

[Joe]

This is really good. I love the repetition and the word choice and how they help the piece flow nicely. Great job!

[A.Kalashy]

ahh I never have managed to relate to poems about sex or sexual interaction and ect. Maybe because it is a very intimate issue or it feel like voyeuring, there is not much going on in this poem, pretty straight forward stuff, but I can see what you are trying to achieve and you do it well. its short and sweet poem.

[alan khan]

wow. i really like this. very clever, along with being insanely hot. amazing work.