Poetry

Tiger Tiger

Tags: Erotic Poetry

Smiling
I look up at you
Dilated eyes
stare back at me.
Flushed cheeks
and wild hair
Mouth
wide open
Gasping for
breath
Touching
your own
breasts.
So beautiful;
every time you
ride me.
My energetic
tiger.


Originally published August, 2008

Comments

• No comments have been posted yet.

Leave a Comment