you haven't turned your back to me
and i have not kissed your ass
you have accepted
my caress
and my kisses
but have yet to squirm
against them
very lady-like in slutty desire
o yes, the thrist for pleasure
has definately danced
at the edge of a trickling fancy
but we haven't rolled your hips
though the ocean swells of desire
with blustering urgency
there has yet to be
what is possible and
perhaps never spoken
but always imperative
in the novel thoughts of
sweaty nights of fiction
This one is far better than any romance fiction could ever be!
Starward