Phone Sex Maniacs - Erotic Poetry: Fuck me Lover

You walk in and the room does spin
The way you walk, your sweetest grin
And as you walk over to sit
I start to tingle, just a bit

We are alone, time to play
You run your tongue over your lip that way
To make me squirm, to make me quiver
Sending down my spine a shiver

You cross your legs, then uncross too
Teasingly, what are you trying to do
You put both feet on the floor
And spread your legs a little more

You gently whisper in the night
"Baby, does this seem right"
You spread your legs out further still
Placing one foot on the window sill

I try to swallow, but cannot do
It seems that all is lost with you
You play with your breast, fondling soft
Then you begin to take your top off

You sit there in the room, lit only by the moon
And you make me quiver so, I begin to swoon
And as your breasts fall out of your top
My heart seems, for an instant, to simply stop

STORIES ARCHIVE
First Story	Bound For More
Ocean Breeze	Jack And Jill
Dancer And Lover	Fuck Me Lover
Lost In Lust	Whisper Soft
Two Lovers	The Cabin
In Deep	Finger Painting
More Than Friends	Broken Poet
When Shadows Touch	Shopping With Raeyne
Jennifers Tale	The Shower
Business Trip	All Tied Up
Not Really A Crime	Best Picture
Karens Night Out	Vacation Time
First Meeting	Ancient Rite
Bakers Dozen	The Traveler