That's What It's Made For

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    That's What It's Made For

    Five days have gone by and I'm missing you more than ever
    Our talks on the phone calm my hunger for you only to an extent
    If I can name one thing that I can't wait to have is your kiss
    Your luscious lips surrounding mine, consuming me, taking me away
    That's what I miss (umn)
    I sit in my classes remembering the past days when you were with me
    When you put aside our funny comments in the middle
    Our sex is pretty good
    You memorized my body inside and out, taunting and teasing me that make me go everywhere at one time
    Moving from one side of the bed to the other
    You are good at what you do
    And then you're there and you freeze
    You look at me in amazement and tell me to kiss you
    Without a thought in my mind, I kiss you and you move
    Ohh goodness, I moan and tell him to go deeper
    He slowly goes to the hilt and pauses
    Once again, he kisses me , everywhere at once
    Then he makes it to my ears and moves
    Whew, my goodness, you're really good
    I am not coherent at the moment, but come back
    when you decide to give my ears a rest
    You start to pick up the pace
    I follow along with you
    Both of us soaring
    You ask me "Are you ready?"
    I tell you "Keep going"
    My body starts to shake
    He hold me closer and tighter
    I scratch his back
    And then were there, gone higher than ever, flying
    Then I come back and look at you
    And say "thank you"
    He says I'm beautiful and we lay there
    And sleep, thinking the next five days, I can't wait

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    phatdaddee commented on That's What It's Made For

    12-31-2010

    Wonderful piece of erotic poetry! I can see you truly enjoyed writing this poem! You take the reader along with you and what a wonderful trip it was!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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