I hold my
twisted angel while
she sleeps,
her ass snug against
my groin.
I envisage her
sanguine
grin while she dreams of
domesticating me.
I can’t believe
that I never
noticed how
cute her mouth is.
It’s amazing—I’m spellbound.
I want to nibble on
those lips.
The way she
uses her tongue to
enunciate certain
words is sensual and
seductive.
I’m apathetic about
the topic she is reading,
but while I watch her
mouth move, my ears
hear Shakespeare’s sonnets.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments4
You must be in love Thomas.
Andy
Always lol
A really good poem. Love the last line.
Thank you for the read. Much appreciated.
Those lips like unfathomable abyss !
Yes...yes...yes...thanks for the comment.
I would imagine Mr Cohen applauding your work as loudly as I do Thomas;
Thank you so much brother.
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