LUST...by talile ali
WET MY LIPS
COMB MY HAIR
STEP OUT OF THE SHOWER
AND INTO HER LAIR
LIGHTS ARE OFF
THE BEDS A MESS
YOU LYING THERE
TOTALLY UNDRESSED
IT'S TIME TO DANCE
IT'S ON THE FLOOR
RUMPLED AND WRINKLED
AND READY FOR MORE
SPEED SUPPLANTS
THE DESIRE SOMEHOW
SOME ARE TO QUICK
AND THAT'S A FOUL
BUT WITH SOME PLAY
THE GAMES A FOOT
AND BABE IS ON
AND I AM COOKED
TOTALLY BASTED
REAMED TO THE FLOOR
BEGGING FOR MERCY
BEGGING FOR MORE
TIME IS ALL OVER
SO IS THE AIR
SWEAT IS ALL DRIPPING
DOWN THE FRONT STAIRS
IT DOESN'T MATTER
HANDS ON THE RAIL
DOING EACH OTHER
TILL WE ARE BOTH INHALED
CONSUMED AND INFUSED
OUR HANDS AND OUR SOUL
WANTING TO DO IT
TIL WE EXCEED OUR GOALS
EYES POPPING FRENZIED
PLEADING FOR JUST
ONE MORE EXCURSION
INTO THOSE BUST
MASSAGING AND PUMPING
THRUSTING AND DRENCHED
LUST IS FOR THOSE
WHO ENJOY BEING BENCHED
LUST IS FOR THOSE
WHO ENJOY GETTING WRENCHED
IN THE SWEAT AND THE AROMA
A LUST- MAKING STENCH
poem by Talile Ali
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