I am thinking of you

and i have nothing to do

.

and as i sit here

drinking a beer

i think of you dear

.

in that little dress

and your skillfulness

.

with your hands

as it expands

making  your Demands

.

Your my mistress

your beauty is faultness

.

so i stroke fast and tight

as i feel the hieght

of a lustful excite

.

imagining you naked

and how much I lusted

.

making me moan

outload i groan

hearing your tone

.

when we both reach climax

and then we relax

.

into each others arms

breaking the charms

that set off the alarms

.

i have finally come

so back to bordem

from that feeling of freedom

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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