All her life, endless lonely Septembers,
Each spring, flowers bloom, she remembers;
Alone in her bed,
Love’s words breathlessly said,
His hot touch, her sighs fanning the embers.
Tag: touch
Sweet meat
She was dainty, doe-eyed, fair and slender,
Almost of androgynous gender,
Small-breasted, slim hips,
Silky hair, pouting lips;
To the taste, and to touch, sweet and tender.
Don't tell Mum
“Now, whatever you do, don’t tell Mum!”
Said the boy as he played with her bum.
“Can I see how you piss?
Can I touch this? And this?
What’s this hole? Ouch! it’s grabbing my thumb!”