The act.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA look at writing something sexual, without being vulgar, I've left this available for everyone to read, becasue as it does suggest something, it never refers directly to it!Crafted hands mould muscles to tender softness, Fingers caress skin of milk and velvet rich, My back spasms at delight of his touch, A moan, solid and low for only his ears my pitch.
Kisses float on lips of liars and of truths, Bodies hardening against sweat and feeling, Shoulders high as hands laid rest upon them, Pushing in seduction and suggestions of kneeling.
Fantastic groans, like a farm aminal in heat, He thrusts bulging organs against wetness, Vacum creates tension at the back of my throat, Playful fingers discover lines of skin of tightness.
Legs open and standing straight with upturned toes, He rocks and shivers in excitment now relaxed in flow, I pulse and heat and go quicker with my rythm, How funny that something is bastardised as in blow! © 2012 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews Added on February 23, 2012 Last Updated on February 23, 2012 AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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