Sexy erotic poetry
"Spoilt" by Morgan Broom
The sun is your surrogate once more, my dear,
As I sit at this desk bare of breast in the heat
Trying to write but all I can think of
Is your mouth this morning, so hot
Surrounding my nipples while I drowsed,
Encased in your residual heat. Damn!
I need focus but all I can think of is your
Fingers slipping easily between my legs
Where you teased me so cruelly,
Stretching and stroking, before making my coffee
And serving oatmeal with fresh cut strawberries.
You may be spoiling me, my dear. Is that wrong?
I don't think so, but I do wonder what the morrow holds?
Originally published March 2010