With time on my hands

Looking through the stained window
the dark colored sky
fills another ordinary day
the thoughts they come
one by one
dripping like liquid
to earlier
sweet gentle kisses
that caress my body
fingers dancing upon silky skin
hot breath in forbidden places
the taste of sin on my tongue
I become one with you
in our moment of passion
electricity exploding inside
wave after wave
it washes over us both
again and again

with time on my hands
I sit and smile
letting my thoughts
fill yet another ordinary day.


8 thoughts on “With time on my hands

  1. Jennifer, your writing is remarkable! I can feel the passion in this erotica, the “hot breath in forbidden places, the taste of sin on my tongue ” makes my body yearn for that exploding electricity!! I just love the way your poems describe and give us readers the chance to smile as we consume your delicious words!

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