We lay together naked bodies entwined
Perspiring, holding, touching
And loving one another.
Lips caressing bodies- all cares have fled my mind
He whispers softly that he loves
Me, my body, altogether.
Fingertips trace the contours of my skin
As he delights me
Again.
Love or lust? Is it such a sin
Stealing moments
Of pleasure.
Should we refrain-?
No-one is hurt
Or likely to be.
He is not mine
Just a friend
Who loves me.
For me
Or maybe
Just my body.
Pure sex,
It-s good
No -
It-s bloody excellent
Maybe because
It-s stolen
And that makes it exciting
More so than
The norm..
Should I care feel guilt?
Or simply enjoy
The pleasure
The highs
That he gives
Me.
At least I am wanted
For something
That I can give
And enjoy
As I give
And receive
Pleasure
With my lover
My 'toy boy'
janeth tumbaga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stolen-moments-7/
