Transformation in the Making - Contemporary Poetry by Deidre Washington

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Pleasure

My body stays quivering from the warm sensual breath you blow, From my neck down to the bend of my back I feel electric. Somehow erotically inspired to be all i can be.This night, this moment to control every bend, swing, as I soar higher and higher I cannot contain this anymore I'm about to blow, but I keep my cool. Grabbing the curve of your back, finding comfort in the sweet musk of your sweat. Hot heavy love flowing inside of me like lava erupting out of a volcano. Am I the only one who can tame your pleasure...........


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Pleasure