With sexy wet panties hanging
from the perfectly painted toes
of one slender foot
and five busy long fingers that
drip with an early morning honey dew...
The soft moaning of her voice
deafens me with sensual undertones....
White sheets twisted in a knot
with each and every excited move...
It is the apex of her multiple curves
Holding an oversize pillow to her breasts
she chooses her lovers for the moment
New developments
are becoming fast and furious
my resistance is stiffening to perfection
foregoing any involvement in the outcome however....
I watch...
as she takes matters into her own hands
I am her willing hostage
as she commits the perfect crime
to which there are no other witnesses
Copyright (c) 2007 Ted Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-4/
