Lotus Bloom last poem old book

Thinking about that sexy man who has control of me

his hot moist lips sending pluses up and down my body

my mouth waters with lust longing for his touch

Wild fantasies invade my thoughts

I imagine his muscular naked body lying next to mine

every inch of me tingles while drops of sweat run down my thigh

I can almost taste him

I hunger for his sexy body thoughts driving me wild

Dam you hot man I can't get enough of you     ©