Legs

How long and slender, graceful, tender

Lovely, smooth and soft;

Made to caress, and (I'll confess)

I want them held aloft.

Wrap my waist, so I may taste

Your perfect, moaning lips;

Push and shove my fullest love

Against your shapely hips.

Suck my finger, let it linger

Your eyes half-closed, entranced,

Let your nails leave scratching trails,

Our pleasure e'er enhanced.

Both your wrists seized in my fists,

Buried hard and deep;

Legs squeeze tight, as lusts ignite

Too powerful to keep.

Muscles tense and lusts incense,

We're near the highest peak;

With trembling thighs, and moaning sighs,

Your pleasure makes me weak. 

Lying there, legs long and bare,

In passion's afterglow;

As slumber looms, a solace blooms

Our breathing soft and low. 

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.