Erotic poems for her

Licence my roving hands, and let them go, Before, behind, between, above, below. Fated first you do it with your fingers as you do it in your mind sensations grow as passion lingers I'll be with you any time late at night or in the morning close your eyes and I'll arrive as sensuality is dawning I'll be with you as you strive to feel the feelings stimulated by nerve endings in your skin I'll be with you, we are fated to share our secrets deep within penetrating and caressing lips and tongues they intertwine imagination's visions blessing in your moans' seductive whine I'll be Spread it out like fine rugs, silk sashes, warm eggs, cinnamon and cloves in burlap sacks. Lap me up as saucer'd milk I imagine the way you shake when drying your hair in a white cotton bath towel in a groove and rhythm fresh out of the shower the same way you'd shake and jostle an umbrella before entering the house make me soiled linen. The Heat Of My Desire. But words, in the hands of a poet like this, can take you into a reality of their own.