Thursday, September 20, 2012


Make love to me
crave me
need me
make me the star
of your secret reverie.

Make love to me
hold me
fold me
and cuddle me
curb me
rob me
and fondle me
have me
love me
make me feel
most comfortable.

Make love to me
come have fun with me
come off this reverie
I am real
I can feel
every molecule
of every follicle
in your pores
as they twitch
I am real
I can feel
your impulse
your vibes
the urge
the bulge 
and your eyes searching me in sensual scrutiny.

Make love me
till you come off on me
satisfy your lust
your thirst
till you're tipsy off me
squeeze me
whisk me
till you spur me
cease me
kiss me
till you rapture me
grip me
and don't leave me
till your reverie spurt
like a volcanic rush
right inside of us.

Just make love to me.

by Samuel Isong

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