Friday, 14 November 2014

New Poem - Thirst



Wine touches lips
As hands reach for hips
Pulling her close
Needing to overdose
Tantalising, she sips
At her ear he nips
Hungry, needing more
Liquids flow, out pour
A glass of red
That leads to the bed
A fruity dry white
We'd go through the night
Whatever we drank
However you spank
A night full of lust
It is surely a must



(c) AJ Walters 2014




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