Give Me

Give me those eyes.

Those beautiful, beckoning eyes.

I’ll look into them,

deep into their soul,

and see what’s there.

They’ll see me,

scour my every action

and movement and lure

me closer into their trance.

Give me those eyes.

 

Give me those lips.

Those sweet, tasty lips.

They’ll roam over mine,

searching and tasting for

the words I will speak.

Caress my own

and make me moan

from deep inside my core.

Give me those lips.

 

Give me those hands.

Those tender, feeling hands.

They’ll rub my back gently,

soothingly as if

holding a baby.

So careful yet passionate

that I won’t be able

to leave their touch.

Arise within me a fiery

and long for something deeper…

Give me those hands.

 

Any day, you better not

take them away and

tease me mercilessly

like you like.

Just give me you.

Author's Note

I've been experimenting with a few things. Yet another "lust" poem for those who enjoy them so much. This was actually pretty interesting to write. I used to use repetition all the time in my old stuff, but I waned on using it as I got older. I'll start using it a little more just because it adds more flavor to my writing.