Form: Free Verse
His want to tease her
with lingering touches
while denying her lips
his kiss of wild abandonment
tormenting her breath
from her body
without yielding his pleasure
as her hunger answers his command
hers the sweet agony
of sensual torture
like salt on a wound
as slowly his fingers and lips move
caressing her skin
exploring her responses
to his touch
discovering her hidden desires
her surrender to her lust
and he claims her
holding her in her delirium
for there lies his pleasure
© JG Farmer 2019
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