Melted honey
trickles...
Soft whiskers
tickles...
Makes me want for you
So easy to be here
caressing...
So easy to roll over you
pressing...
Makes a good girl do
Crazy things
love games...
Scream out
your name...
Makes me kiss you true
And yearn
for more...
A slow burn
pour...
I could really use me some toast and honey right now.
ReplyDeleteGeez, Kat, you're always waking some primal need in me.
Right now it's toast!
Suh-weet poem.