Deep Poetry for Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Not so dolled-up as she was in Evening's dimmer, kinder light, She worries. Do I love her now? Her cheeks have lost their rosy Glow. Her eyelids lack for Shadows, and her lips have Paled. Her hair is strange. Her eyes, however, still retain Their depth and sweetness, And the words the lips have Let escape produce the warmth They did before, so I say, yes, I do. Sign in to see full entry.

Body tingles with every touch of the finger tips the bittin' of lips the strength in your grips tongue tracin' my inner thighs head tilted back the rollin' of eyes is exactly what I've been needin' the secrets I won't tell my moans have confessed the lickin' of necks and the suckin' of breasts legs in the air the pullin' of hair Is exactly waht Ive been needin' slow concentrated motion the deepest long stroke Ooo'z and aahhz of love makin' are the only sounds spoke nonstop sexin' the exchangin'... Sign in to see full entry.