Quarter to 10
You gazed at me
Your eyes said hello
Then…..
You came closer.
Closer….I can hardly breathe.
And you can’t resist…you reached out your hand…
You touched me.
Slowly… you caress my satin softness…
Languidly your fingers grazed with pleasure….
And you…
Untied the string….
You unzipped me….
And conquer my velvety soul….
Lingering on warm corners….
Feel me…. Feel more of me….
Want me….
I know you do….
And then you sigh.
It’s almost ten… buy me. The store is about to close now.
draft tittle: A bags poetry.
