Poetry Mission

erotic poem


-love for life-

her hips scream for my hands

to hold them as they seem so made for,

comfort caressess my consciousness

and I breath to hear and accent-

No, not because I must.


-life can be so grand,

so entertaining during the needed production.


-to work her hips,

my mind can surely carry on through any else,

these hips I carry on now so seemingly through,

Her moist welcoming, claims my attention

and my heart beats inside her,

Held so close, nothing is enough

tough is there and not needed

gentle, slow, fast, and rough



somehow slippery and abrasive enough

to have the clasp of a pause echo ecstacy,

continuum so easy and not so lazy



and as I go gracefully on in communication

liplust is shouted and full filled at every moment.


a tone meant for more, meant for forever.


-an obvious way to escape strife,

to produce, to grow,

and to love

LIFE.


-jairid
i remember writing all of -this- is my description.


p.s.

you should really think about changing your name cause you way better than f"ph"at stephanie ever will be