Erotic Poetry: Feisty Angel

I drip
I think of you and I drip
I cant control the pool of wetness
Forming between my thighs
As I imagine the simplest thing
Like just staring into your eyes
A rush of warmth to my cheeks
My black skin can’t disguise
And with you on my mind, I drip

I get to work and
Put my mind straight
I struggle to concentrate
Once again my thought path breaks
I think of you and I drip

You are not here
I wish you were
I can almost feel you,
Hear you, smell you, I want you
My body wants you
Oooh I drip
I want you to see me
I want you to know what you do to me
I want you to feel what I feel
Cos this feeling is real
 

 

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 aka Feisty Angel