Turn of head and turn of glance.
I see that look of want of chance.
Hooked and without ever a taste.
Deep inside not an inch to waste.
A moving and moistening of skin.
The need grows for me to begin.
Still I tease not giving in just yet.
Waiting till she begs like my pet.
Licking my lips is doing it now.
I can see the pleasures and how.
Easy to read what she is feeling.
New view found in the same ceiling.
On her back on me found on mine.
A warmth from within grows in time.
Will we ever find each other in here.
I know of your want, just come near.
© Jeph Rants
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