I Write Poetry
She lies easy in my arms
This dimly moonlit night
Her body supple to my charms
She moans with such delight
I brush her hair back, find her neck
And kiss her softly there
My lips they trace her gentle curves
They make her arch and swear
While fingers brush and pinch and glide
Her body starts to quiver
My hand then slowly starts to slide
Towards wetness she’ll deliver
And in that quiet darkness
As she gives herself to me
I’ll love her like no other
My summer moonlit queen
This dimly moonlit night
Her body supple to my charms
She moans with such delight
I brush her hair back, find her neck
And kiss her softly there
My lips they trace her gentle curves
They make her arch and swear
While fingers brush and pinch and glide
Her body starts to quiver
My hand then slowly starts to slide
Towards wetness she’ll deliver
And in that quiet darkness
As she gives herself to me
I’ll love her like no other
My summer moonlit queen
By:
habeant
Age:
56-60
,
Male
