My Sexually explicit poetry
Current mood: apathetic
Category: Writing and Poetry
Rapture
Morning dew upon her thighs
Passion expressed in baited sighs
Trembling lips and expectant moans
desire erupting from her very bones
panting, hunger, explosions of joy
her slender fingers she begins to employ
erotic thoughts begin to expand
as she deftly explores with her hands
stroking gently her fingers probe deft
dipping into her musky, moist cleft
elusive rapture grasped in joy
a sly smile escapes as she reaches for a toy.
- John Wesley 2000
