Sensuousness

I touch my lips,
Wishing to have them kissed.
Thinking of the last time,
They had been nibbled and licked.
And feeling hands unbuttoning my shirt.
Rubbing between my legs...
Until my 'peter' is perched.
Seeking to be soothed in welcomed sweetness.
I touch my lips,
Wishing to have them kissed.
And a sensuousness invites me to lust.
With no one but me to take notice!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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