Weekend Poetry: Love, Always

the pungent taste on your lips
creates a fire between my hips
in my panties your finger slips
creating butterflies; my stomach flips
with each tender touch my nectar drips
whether in silence or clever quips
our love replays in my mind like movie clips
i love you always, not in fragmented snips.

kissing-couple

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One Response to “Weekend Poetry: Love, Always”

  1. Anne Says:

    Nice!