I am stroking my thigh,

I dont know why

.

Because you get me going

Whithout your knowing

My creative juices flowing

.

Creating day dreams

Of using oils and creams

.

In total solitude

Both totally nude

And in the mood

.

For sharing our passion

My head upon the cushion

.

As you enter me

So very gently

But offering plenty

.

To make me swoon

From morning to afternoon

.

With your gentle caress

From thigh to breast

Until there is only energy to rest

.

And with that i finish

And my passion deminish

.

From a blaze to an ember

Only memory of your member

To drift into slumber

.

Once more.

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Author guidance for This poem

I came up with this when on the phone to my BF we were talking about me laughing at my dad till i cried (you had to be there) and i was stroking my thigh and i told him and said i dont know why. That there was the start of it then he said your creative juices flowing and i had to put that in because of the conotations that i came up with :) anyway if you wanna add on to this feel free do what ever you wish xx <3

updated May 4 '09 by Coral