Sweetest sin

OMG a vague poem about sex. Nothing all that vulgar I promise.

Curled all up in your satin sheet,

lost in the passion, my body on fire.

Flush against you, feeling your heart beat,

every kiss, every touch bringing me higher.

Fingers leaving scorching trails,

Burning, burning across my skin.

Simply feeling you under hands and nails,

this lust is our sweetest sin.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes in the heat of real passion. When we open a door to someone. It ain't no better moment. I like the feel of happiness and the last line was very good. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote