the curve of a stranger’s body
glancing over the soft skin
spending hours
raking my fingers across, indulging;
lips upon salted skin calming the shivers
as tingles raise bumps all over her body;
pulling her hair back, firm grasp
deep into each others eyes between nibbles
scents of perfumes and sweat
making my desire want
to take, to grab, to seduce
all to make her writhe in metaphorical orgasms
while exploding, literally, in real ones
we are born with the task of satisfying the women
because they deserve to be satisfied;
too few understand why women are perfect
af
(written on computer and pen/paper)
If only all men felt that way and Yes we are, thanks for acknowledging that!