Erotic Poetry II

The Fuck Puppet

Waiting…waiting here I lie,

Naked, anxious…long, heaving sigh.

Nipples hard…cool breath excites,

Can no longer wait …it’s alright.

 

Your hardness here – near to touch,

On my lips….almost too much.

Salty sweet – the taste of you,

Explode here?  What do I do?

 

Legs slide apart – wetness below,

Personal spaces for you to know.

Union complete – climb to the summit,

Totally yours – your fuck puppet.

(c) 2008