to take knickers off
from a lovely shape?
With his hands slowly,
kissing revealed flesh
with every downward movement,
a long playful game
of revealing
the sweet hidden rose,
or with his teeth, awkwardly,
putting in the effort
while she laughs,
and with the desperate movements
of one who needs to feast
on the glory they hint and hide,
hardly knowing what
one does, consumed by desire,
knickers flying off
from trembling, lustful hands
for fingers and mouth
and his aching shaft.
02.02.2026
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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