Why
Its the tremble in your belly.
And the way your legs shake.
Your rumbling moan, and the other sounds you make.
I like the dimples in your thighs.
And I like that you role your eyes.
I won`t take a break, your relief is at stake.
I love how I can make you feel.
I can`t believe how loud you squeal.
I will make this thing my meal.
While right here up in it, I know you did not fake.
I love how you get wet, for completion, my mind is set.
I promise you will not regret.
Letting me share my skills, was not a mistake.
I am told that I have an art.
Hell, I don`t even mind if you fart.
That is the relaxation I can make.
You may think that is bent, But I love your scent.
As long as I made you content.
And your body will no longer ache.
By JD Bardo
keith jeffries
Wed 2nd Dec 2020 07:06
Raw intimacy but touches upon the truth. How else can we describe this other than to do so behind some false veil.
A good and courageous poem
Keith