Throbbing
Pulsing
My fingers guiding
These loving machines
In journeys of
Intimate exploration
We are bold
In our pursuits
Laughing with surprise
Paroxysms of release
Made obstrepreous with
Need
How beautiful you are
When pleasure overtakes
You and I it’s herald
As much instrument
Avatar as I am
Man
I will exhaust you
With bliss
And afterwards, rag-dolled with
Exhaustion
I will hold you close
Whisper my love
Loud as a shout
3 replies on “Throb”
Lovely, such sensual warmth. Spicy, yet sweet. ❤
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Thank you Elizabeth, I’m glad you enjoyed it. There’s a large amount of poetry here and I hope you will look through and offer your opinions.
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It will be my pleasure to explore! Thank-you.
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