monday
curl here against me.
it’s grey today,
cold outside the covers
colder still
outside in the land of bricks and mortar
so stay here with me
slip my panties down
and fit the length of your prick
up the crack of my ass
while I pull our arms together
around my ribs, up under my breasts
where they belong
when the day is cold
and the world is grey
stay with me
April 25th, 2006 8:25 pm
I love it when you talk dirty
You know what I like about this poem? I like how there is a world outside, the ordinary world, and there is the desire for human warmth and affection, ordinary, but when you say “slip my panties down and fit the length of your prick up the crack of my ass” I blush. Why? It is perfectly normal, but we need to hear it, otherwise the ordinary world is just too ordinary and grey and if we don’t fufill our carnal desires, then we never bring to each other the real warmth and affection that God gave us the ability to share.
April 25th, 2006 9:16 pm
You crazy guy! kisses
April 27th, 2006 2:32 pm
If but wishing could make it so!!!
April 25th, 2007 2:04 pm
God, I love this poem monday. Spooning with you when we’re both spent, and it’s a rainy day, and your back is against my chest, and I’m holding you tight, and I’m smelling your hair. And I don’t want to move. I am feeling so lucky to have a girl like you, and I am loving knowing that you love me and feel safe with me and we will do this again and again.
I want to hold this moment and make it last.