Feverish moisture

Soaked wet in sweat.

Fluttering heartbeats

When our flesh met.

Silent screams

Of passion lie in my eyes.

Quivering torsos

Your hand on my thighs.

Meek whimpers

Escape from my lips.

Thrusting deep inside

Rolling of the hips.

An overwhelming scent

Only flesh can make.

Giving of yourself

Yet my heart you do take.

Cries of pain

You can see it in my eyes.

Asking you to stop

Praying that you don't.

Pleading to be gentler

Wishing that you won't.

When all is done

And the body does not speak.

I watch you lie in bed

And fall fast asleep.

Ummmmm. You know when someone tells you T.M.I., well this is one of those times. I have mixed emotions about this one. Perhaps I am reading between the lines to much but I get the distinct impression that her first time could have been more gentle and loving which is what I wish she would have had. 

If you aren't to shocked by her poem, I ask that you remember to vote.