shake

Sep 13, 2009





Lover oh lover

Roll over and hover,

Your face poised above,

Pink lips.

Hot. Dry. Plump.

A gaze from the eye.

Juiced down inner thigh.

Warm and tanned Michelangelo hands-

Golden hair tangles down-

from shoulder to working man's arms, strong hands.

I form to you as

You bend me and knead me.

My static disturbed, so shake and do quake me.

Roughen me up, you do it so gently.

Holding on for a ride,

I breathe in your soft skin.

My needs are quite simple,

You've fulfilled again.

So break into my side, surrender...

Don't hold out for me

this time any longer.