Rip My Clothes Off...I am here. I feel your gaze. It burns my body. It is hot like the sun on me on an August afternoon..I am so hot for you, it is unbearable. I know you want me. I want you too. Let's not wait. Come close. Your lips devour me. I am on fire. You are too. I feel you harden against me. It's not enough...It will never be. I am small in your arms. Yield to our passion. Rip my clothes off...You know you want to...I want you to...Your buttons spray the air...The sound of tearing clothes is loud and welcome. My blouse hangs in shreds. You cannot be fast enough. I yank down your jeans and your underwear. We are focused on our task. You thrust me against the wall. I am wet and willing . You are hard and wanting. You bang me until I come...Again and again and again. I yell your name. I beg you not to stop. We sink to the floor, satisfied for the moment.We are dripping in sweat. I smile. You do too. Shall we go again? I can't stop wanting you.
PoetryNEmotion 51-55, F 75 Responses 49 Mar 2, 2012