Her Skin by Dylan Roberts
Her skin, I love to touch,
I love to touch her skin.
Soft, succulent, delicious skin
on legs, belly, breasts, her folds.
I love to touch her skin.
Our mouths,
with gentle suction, pulling and drawing,
Our tongues,
entwined in rhythmical dance,
sliding, swirling, simulated movements when united.
Thick protrusion enters her skin,
Her skin,
I love to touch.
I love to touch her skin.
Soft, succulent, delicious skin
on legs, belly, breasts, her folds.
I love to touch her skin.
Our mouths,
with gentle suction, pulling and drawing,
Our tongues,
entwined in rhythmical dance,
sliding, swirling, simulated movements when united.
Thick protrusion enters her skin,
Her skin,
I love to touch.
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I can't help but to be exhilarated by my senses, all my senses. The smells, the tastes, how things look, how they feel and how they sound, through all I experience in this journey through life and death. Most exhilarating is how my senses interact and react when in contact with another person.
My poem, "Her Skin" captures that essence, the essence of physical contact between two people.
My poem, "Her Skin" captures that essence, the essence of physical contact between two people.
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this poem is very sexy and erotic. - tricia |
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i love to touch my girlfriends skin, and you have described that in the best possible way. thanx - aston |
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dylan wow thank u - Kristi |
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I thought it was great - Doug |
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To the point! - Lawry |
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lovely and erotic - Del |
