Exquisite Release


A look of possession
all across her face,
The whisper of “mine”
as she looks your way
Power that emanates
from her core
as you fight the desire
to plead for more
She takes and teases,
then insists you taste
Then she slides lower,
hands on your waist
With covered eyes,
you beg her “please”
and her lips bring you
an exquisite release

Breath_words© 6/23/15