Foreplay

Foreplay

A Poem by Blank_fortunes
"

Sometimes you miss the past it's not a bad thing.- Memory

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I miss your left thigh to my right cheek,
I miss your right thigh to my left cheek,
But believe me when I say this is more than a physical thing.
I miss my mouth against your warmth getting drenched.
My Love steadily increasing through realization of my thirst being quenched.
I miss the Letters in the words of the sentences that shared the breeze in our conversations.
I miss the way your skin felt and tasted.
I miss your hair either way you want to see it when it was in my face.
I miss your poetry, Mrs. Poetry ,First lady, first love, I miss you.
I miss you in ways unimaginable. I miss your thoughts your words.
I miss your feet, your hands, your thigh... the chocolate I Introduced to the hickies on your thighs.
Your lips, my mouth, your release, my surprise, your body, my shakes, my tongue your eyes.
Before the Sex began...

© 2016 Blank_fortunes


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very sensual write

nice

Posted 10 Years Ago


Blank_fortunes

10 Years Ago

thank you

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Added on May 22, 2013
Last Updated on October 20, 2016
Tags: Love, sex, Passion, conversations, Poetry, Mrs. Poetry

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Blank_fortunes
Blank_fortunes

Durham, NC



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