Poem: Once you touch

in poetry •  6 years ago 

My legs twitch for long minutes staving off sleep
after you're gone, long minutes to quivers echoing the
heavy strength your fingers laced over my crotch
as you massaged my butt, found pleasure
in groping my cracks and mounds.

It isn't sleep that comes long minutes
of squirming need later.

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Never would have left! Nice short!!